Life goes on...

Down drown
dismal and frown
caper mothlike
round and round
flying to sizzle
wing-pop and frizzle
no big bad storm
not even a drizzle
to mark the deadend
of an inglorious life
bound round by children,
hard work and a wife.

Lies lies
in loving disguise
whispered to hush
our little-one's cries
no ghouls in the cupboard
or under the bed
And Auntie Jean didn't
eat Uncle fred's head
(her legs in the air and the
whole bedstead rocking)
that time when they saw
her all bra-strap and stocking.

Dazed hazed
exhausted malaised
sleeping so little
you're patently crazed
forgiven perhaps
the odd little faux-pas:
the pants full of crap
the dent in the car
So childish so shackled
so green eggs and ham
please somebody shoot me
dead dog that I am.