I felt a rhyme coming on…

Sulking doesn’t do me good

Nor crying any better

Sleeping leaves me grumpier

With a splitting double header

 

I try to follow, head held high

Like a loyal Irish Setter

But unaware of the sun up high

It leaves me turning redder

 

This silly thing I have inside

All tangled like a web

Will always follow me around

Until I’ve lost my step

 

I haven’t the slightest of ideas

Of how to let it out

But then again I have a brain

Of that I have no doubt

 

Oh silly girl have I become

I think I shall admit

That when it comes to my own heart

I think I’ve lost my whit