Oh well, life goes on......imagine Pam Ayres is readin it.
I cannot do me ironin, it hurts to stand up straight
I can't get out the garden with out holdin on the gate
It hurts to lift the kettle when my brain shouts out for coffee
And I should not wear button up jeans when burstin for a pee
I get these awful eadaches, I think it's par the course
An when I bend to tie me shoes, it makes it bloody worse
So to the shoe shop I shall go, slip ons are what I need
And hope new shoes don't give me blisters and then they don't bleed
I hobble all the way to where the old girls buy their shoes
Somethin comfy, soft inside, a shoe horn I'll need to use
Oh the pain it makes me mad an pretty damned tired too
I would not wish it on anyone, not you, nor you, nor you
I set the plates out nice and neat, ready for the tea
I cough and sneeze and hold my head, oh god I need to pee
My legs they sleep when I'm awake, they really let me down
I do not know they've done it til I'm face down on the ground
When I fall down I tend to laugh, and they all wonder why
Cos if I don't while they're around i know i'll ruddy cry
I said to Molly early on, "There's and alien in my foot" a pea size lump to boot
And it moved half an inch or so, I don't think it has a root
So that'll be the next thing, the aliens have landed
I'll check me foot again tonight to find I have been branded
So for all you guys out there in pain, I feel for you, I do
Coz so much pain does take it's toll and leave you feelin blue
I got ice packs in the freezer, as well as veg an all the chops
But got no bloody ice-cream, so tomorrow it's off down to the shops
I'll do my best impressions of just being fit and well
But if I get too tired, I'll come home so what the hell
I am better of at home indoors, I can hobble all I like
An if hubby does not like it he can ruddy well take a hike