This is not my day
Im sitting here weeping,
drowning in sorrows
My sadness im keeping.
My little green fledge,
take a tumble, he did.
With the assistance
of my contrite little kid.
His horn is all shattered,
his beauty is broken.
He sits there so silent.
His hurt is unspoken.
Im mailing him off,
to Whippet he goes
She will bandage his hurts
and fix all his woes.
He wont be the same
but at least he will be
A prettier sight
for a collector like me.
Im sorry im sad
and rambling on.
But I feel like a part
of my family is gone.
My PYO sold
for less than I wanted.
But I will press on
and continue undaunted.
I will be back
to my same happy self.
I just have to remember
I still have my health.
Maybe my new guys
will give me more cheer.
If not I will go have
some rum or a beer.