The Green-Eyed Monster bit me on the leg;
and I had to go to A & E,
for a tetanus jab;
then the writing bug grabbed a hold of me;
I wrote many letters of my complaint;
but, was soon packed off to rehab.
There I met an evil fate,
and an even worse end;
they had been incarcerated
a long time ago –
when? Nobody does know.
But, them I did befriend;
and we played hopscotch
with a 12-year old malt,
until it broke the spirit of the thing,
and denied that it was anybody’s fault.
Later, I trod the boards;
and smuggled out a few quasi-illegal phrases, stiff sentences, and harsh words.
It had been a fun day –
I think it was a Monday.