Life’s Great... Er… Sucks

Poem By Mark R Slaughter

Life’s great!

I’m flowing in a great big circle,
Spinning as I go.
And ev’ry step I care to take,
I hop and skip for show.

Then I loop the loop three times
And somersault with glee;
Oops I tripped –
Going down...
Agh! I’ve cracked my knee!

I’m lying in the ward in pain,
Crying for the nurse,
And ev’ry time I move my leg
I scream another curse.

She shouts at me and threatens violence.
‘What’s the bloody point? (Says I)
There’s no need –
I’ve done the deed –
I buggered up me joint! '

Life sucks!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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Comments about Life’s Great... Er… Sucks

Sometimes life is like this, but it's great isn't it? good write 10 Lynda xx

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