A dead loss,

No fun, just glum

Lying next to someone

So don't mention the War

Don't question where we stand

Or where we fall

North, South, East where's best?

If I head left

It turns out directionless



And needle point aside

I always find

Embroidery leaves me blind

Cos I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed

Coming second best is close to ideal



What fools boredom breeds

So much to do

So many goldfish to feed

And paracetamol

I take them all

They line my stomach wall



With customary thirst

I search a water glass

But gin hits first

Oh don't believe the hype

Expectancy will always spoil a party



It's tourniquet by crochet

My waters break

Don't drive for pity's sake

Cos I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed

Coming second best

Is close to ideal