The Miserable Old Sod

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I entered this into a competition titled "Humour" and it won first prize so I thought I would share it. Please comment if you like it, and share with your friends. Thanks Rod.

The Miserable Old Sod

He slipped on a banana skin but it didn't make me laugh
I've had more fun when cleaning the tide stain from a bath
And the joke I heard from that great wit, I didn't even smile
The punch line soared above my head and missed me by a mile
When at the circus clowns were playing, and their car exploded
Comical I found it not, my humor has eroded
Not even a grin was on my face while others screamed with joy
It seems there is no hope for me, I'm a melancholic boy
I search in vain for my funny bone but it look like it's not there
Nothing can amuse me and no one seems to care
Before I'd get a "Cheer-up Dad" and encouragement all round
Now they just pass me by and look for safer ground
So I'll have to just accept my life and say that this is it
And accept what they're all saying... That I am a sad old git.


Submitted: March 20, 2014

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