July 11 2005...10:11 in the p.m...In The Kitchen At The Manor...

I just got home from Poetry Night which Fred got me into

Last week he spent the night here but now I wonder too

As Fred seemed very cool to me he answered me not much

I asked if I'd offended him, he said, 'No!' Didn't mean it much!

Another 'friend' gone down the tubes well so it seems to me

What is it with these bipeds? They still say that it's me!

Well I am me that's true enough seems much too much for them

Maybe that is why it seems I can't hold onto friends!

Can it be 'cos I am English? At least by birth it's so

Is it because they're Yankees? But they came from England! Doh!

If England didn't want them and they were glad to go

I wonder if that is the why of how they treat me so?

At first it's oh so wonderful it don't take very long

Not at least it seems to me they wish me to begone!

I seem to be like getting used to Hello and Goodbye

Maybe I'm meant to wander through this world with mostly I?

I wish this didn't seem to be the way it's meant to be

And even with the bills and such I suppose I am still free!

To do just what I want to do, or not as case may be

With no one to say, 'Don't do that, or this don't do that thing!'

At present no bells ring at all can't hear no ding-a-ling!

The soond of silence but for 'tick' of clock upon the wall

It goes 'Tick, Tock!' and that is it, oh what a lot of balls!

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