Sunday 3 November 2013

IT´S OVER:



Shod in over-shoes & garbed in over-coat,
Visiting old Granny, on whom I over-dote,
But I am now over-tired & so over-weary,
And the bloody weather is so over-dreary.

I over-see all at work in old green over-alls,
Overtly seen by idiocy & over-run by one & all,
Over here, over there, over every-bloody where,
Over-time too often & too much to over-bear.

Get home late after too much of life´s over-load,
Over-do, have over-done, over too many over-roads,
Over-slept- over-drank, over-dosed & now over-due,
For an over-haul, I´m out of here, so it´s over-to-you.

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