Oh Woe Is Me Poem by David Wicks

Oh woe is me! Oh woe is me!
A man has fallen on my feet, you see,
And I have places that I must be,
But I cannot wriggle free!

Oh woe am I! Oh woe am I!
On my feet, this sleeping man shall lie
Until I will starve and certainly die!
I cannot get my feet from under this guy!

Oh woe I am! Oh woe I am!
He's sleeping heavily, as a lamb,
But I wish he would wake so he could scram!
But I guess this guy doesn't give a damn.

Oh woe is he, oh woe is he
Now that he has made me mad, you see.
On my feet he shall no longer be,
And I will soon be woe-free.