D'Oh

D'Oh

 

D'Oh

How many did I

Send on from

And how many more

Wouldst I have

If not I was

Not set straight

 

D'oh

Stupid on the face

Dummy for

Believing the part about

No names left

As if that could be

 

D'oh

For not so saying

Enough damn you

And though ever was

But a wave upon

Their shores

Do we not endure

Enough the waves

So as it is

 

D'oh

Kicking myself

And tutting long

For what my part

It was it was

 

D'oh

Sorry for

And wishing that

But it is done

And all I can do

Is not do again

 

D'oh

Is that my middle name

Or just a what

That ever I

Fall into

 

Charles Petrie

 

Ugh! I hate being caught in the wake of others' phuggarishness. Damn, I get enough of that at work that I don't need it here.

Phuggars of the small. Go and phugg off eh!

Tomorrow.