Oh, won't you just pick me up?
I have fallen only just out of reach
you can help me at a stretch
not much further you're nearly there
****,
a gust of sadness has rolled me over

Oh, won't you just pick me up?
I have slumped over my table
intoxicated unable to find the strength
too busy laughing at my stupidity
but you can still help me at a stretch

Oh, would I just shut up?
we've all just about heard enough
of my sorry, lazy and weak poetry
funny that,
I bet it could help me at a stretch