I never intended to be on this stage
getting into a such a rage,
no, not at my age
I haven’t got the courage
I’m a writer, a sage
a poet of the page
better off backstage
and I’m no longer teenage,
or on a minimum wage
moaning about my baggage
going out on a rampage
causing lots of damage
ending up in a police cage
You see I’m nearing old age
sorting out my dotage
looking for a cottage
in a sleepy village
paying off the mortgage
clearing out my birdcage
moaning about postage
play the odd game of cribbage
down at the vicarage
sprucing up my image
a man of serious vintage
but I followed all the signage
now I’m being held hostage
here on this pub’s stage
spouting out this garbage
it’s a bloody outrage!
© Graham Sherwood 08/2018
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