Pressure Poem by Neil McGreevy
Pressure
What is this life if full of care
we have no time to comb our hair
No time to shave or make the bed
or boil an egg or slice some bread
No time to do the washing up
or find an crack-free coffee cup
No time to check the letterbox
or find a pair of matching socks
A poor life this if full of care
we never change our underwear
Lord Bunion
Sunday, September 2, 2012
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Apologies to W H.
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