Sandpaper Tongue Poem by Terry Robert

It was designed in order to break up their food,
but then could be used adversely according to mood,
most things I say are wrong, you know what I mean,
I really start to wonder about being heard and not seen.

Remember Ogden said: 'Just say yes to everything, '
we know that's not possible, peace it may bring;
of course, maybe it's me with the furry tongue,
but my sarcasm is measured, not a smoking gun.

I went to visit 'Job, ' he said: 'Have patience my friend, '
That was all very well for him, no red ears to bend,
such is our 'Lot' in life, turned into a pillar of salt,
you start to wonder - why should it all be my fault.

There are some different grades of sandpaper feline,
but then to be fair, yours of coarse is a fine dine.