Strange little girl, like all the rest

Almost the end, but not quite

Still waiting for my birthday cake

To make a bite and choke on time


Days are lazy

Days are wasted

As i am


Open the windows i want to see

My possessions going on excursions

Let's brake the china 'cos there will be no cake

I forget why we celebrate


My teeth hurt, my obligations too

All tomorrows are full of sorrows

My hips ache, my laundry too

The afternoons and the things to do


Days are lazy

Days are tired

Days are wasted and lame

As i am