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Roderick Blakeman
Poems
May 2014
The Miserable Old Sot
He slipped on a banana skin
but it didn't make me laugh
I've had more fun when cleaning
the tide stain from a bath
And the joke I heard from that great wit
I didn't even smile
the punch line soared above my head
and missed me by a mile
When at the circus clowns were playing
and their car exploded
comical I found it not
my humor has eroded
Not even a grin was on my face
while others screamed with joy
it seems there is no hope for me
I'm a melancholic boy
I search in vain for my funny bone
but it look like it's not there
nothing can amuse me
and no one seems to care
Before I'd get a "Cheer-up Dad"
and encouragement all round
now they just pass me by
and look for safer ground
So I'll have to just accept my life
and say that this is it
and accept what they're all saying...
That I am a miserable sad old ***.
The End
This is not about me... I hope :)
#humor
#humour
Written by
Roderick Blakeman
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