honestly feeling sad
if i were happy
drive people mad
honestly feeling c****y
I'm down in the dumps
those Brussels sprouts
over Christmas made trumps
sozzled on famous grouse
yes i feel depressed
down in dumps the worst
not bothered getting dressed
now I've developed a thirst
feeling like la Misrables
hope your feeling alright
6.30 in morning at stables
i'm in me bed feeling s***e
looking at the sunrise
hear trotting down road
get a smelly surprise
horse has dropped load
so i'm feeling c****y
horse hasn't made my day
no wonder not blooming happy
now beggar off out me way
feeling slightly wound up
naked cleaning that mess
with me coffee in cup
back to bed to de-stress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem