Brahma
04-09-2011, 11:13 PM
Lamentations
I had a pet, once, then it died;
I had a friend, and then she lied.
I lost my money in the crash;
My car was wrecked in a freeway smash.
I’m unemployed, my prospects few -
O, woe is me! What shall I do?
But wait – is that a light I see?
The tunnel’s end? Well, glory be!
There lives a widow up the hill -
A sprightly sort, good-looking still.
She might just welcome my approach -
(I’ll take along my auntie’s brooch.)
Hold on a minute - not so fast!
There were some rumours in the past,
About the times that she’s been wed:
At least a dozen, someone said.
I don’t like this; I smell a rat!
I’m not the kind to fall for that.
She’ll take me in, all wreathed in smiles,
Then start to work her woman’s wiles;
And what began as board and bed
Will end up with yours truly dead.
Oh dear, oh dear, life’s such a pain,
Now I’ll have to start again.
I’m unemployed, my prospects few -
O, woe is me! What shall I do … ?
I had a pet, once, then it died;
I had a friend, and then she lied.
I lost my money in the crash;
My car was wrecked in a freeway smash.
I’m unemployed, my prospects few -
O, woe is me! What shall I do?
But wait – is that a light I see?
The tunnel’s end? Well, glory be!
There lives a widow up the hill -
A sprightly sort, good-looking still.
She might just welcome my approach -
(I’ll take along my auntie’s brooch.)
Hold on a minute - not so fast!
There were some rumours in the past,
About the times that she’s been wed:
At least a dozen, someone said.
I don’t like this; I smell a rat!
I’m not the kind to fall for that.
She’ll take me in, all wreathed in smiles,
Then start to work her woman’s wiles;
And what began as board and bed
Will end up with yours truly dead.
Oh dear, oh dear, life’s such a pain,
Now I’ll have to start again.
I’m unemployed, my prospects few -
O, woe is me! What shall I do … ?