"The Forgotten One"
Membership Level: Basic
|Off the Cuff|
This is getting out of hand,
thought Id join, the rhyming band,
come on Gilli wheres you gone,
it seems to be, just me and Ron.
My brain is dying on its feet
trying hard to just compete,
subscibing to this thread
is playing havoc with my head.
Now they are knocking at my door
there seems to be, five or more
my god they are wearing white
im not moving, im sitting tight.
Its very quiet in this cell
maybe if I ring the bell
Now there kicking up a racket
its not my fault, its this tight jacket.
They say im not Henry Ford
my name they say is A Woodward
has I said its out of hand
I might join a safer band.
Mind you its knocking up my score
it might double three times or more
three plus years to get this far
now im writing for a star. finis.