A Mope of a Day

Struggle, it’s been a mope of a day
The wookies are howling
The tram dishes fowling
And starving my future is all in the way.

Scrickle, all of the time coming down
Not a pot for a penny
Not a plot for my granny
And failing to twoogle and muntle around.

But now it’s all mustle
In a biggle bun blash
And I’m quite sure my bustle
Will end with a crash.


The End

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