Singing The Blues Poem by Lesley McDade

I woke up this morning
Put my big toe out of bed
Tried to raise my head from the pillow
But it was a lump of lead

Finally stood on my own two feet
Tripped over the dog
Burnt the breakfast
Threw up in the bog

Reached for a wee pick up refresher
Was starting to feel just fine
Had a look in my wallet
There was no goldmine

Flat broke and disgruntled
Punished but have committed no crime
Boozing it up for an evening
Ain't worth the effort or time