A ditty penned by yours truly when I was feeling super needy and I couldn’t borrow a pet. We’ve all been there.
You used to
look at me like I was it,
capital letter, I was It, the Shit.
stars, you world or all of that,
but one who
held your interest, for a meal or a chat.
has happened, I don’t know what,
that’s not the case, I don’t have a shot,
you to focus on me, notice me, have a joke with me
rather do something else, stare at my head over the TV.
How I wish
that you would stare at me, as if I were 4od,
Instead my face is tracing paper, not a window but not a tree.
are not enough, it seems you’re in too far,
shush me like my Dad did when I was noisy in the car.
like you are deaf, you always have time for hip hop,
that just angry men moaning about money, guns and cops?
words are nicer or at least easier to hear
noises are second to none and my jokes deserve a cheer.
that’s where I’m going wrong, I don’t complain about the hood,
wasn’t a ghetto and my rappings not very good.
isn’t the food of love, sorry duke Orsino,
feeds your desire, from steak to a dorrito.
you looked at me like you do your kebab,
when it gets messy, you don’t scold, you dab.
Oh to be
that greasy meaty mix, the one that you adore,
hold me gently in a pitta, nibble my edges and gnaw.
yourself on my flesh, my very scent you’d inhale
submerge yourself in my fatty embrace and rush to tell the tale.
used to be like this, I used to be carefree,
But now I
find an early life crisis has found its way to me.
this happened much later in life, 40 years down the line,
being married so long, its ok to stop trying.
I ate 4
toffee crisps today
ask, I don’t know, I say.
to do, something to mention,
It made me
feel sick but it got your attention.
that proves it, I’m mad as a frog,
I’ll out my
handbag in the over and start talking to the dog.
I’ll go out
in my pyjamas, like I’ve escaped the ward,
believe I’m Micheal Jackson, or the Queen or a lord.