If Only

how we always do a number on our own selves

iCollective Digital Art by A.B. Godfreed

There was a young lady called Epi
Who thought herself not very happy
If only she knew
It would be worse when she grew
She’d count herself already peppy

There was a young lad called Joe
Who felt all the time very low
If only he’d see
He was already free
He’d be light, with an everyday glow

There was a fine babe called Ama
Who liked to make scenes just for drama
If only she could feel
Just the odd even keel
She’d be nice, so no need for: “Your Mama!”

There was a posh fella called Bob
Who fancied himself a snob
If only his crew,
In his crap, let him stew
He’d never have been such a nob

There was an old woman called Rosie
My goodness was she ever so nosy
If only she’d stay
Out of everyone’s way
She’d refrain from a hell of baloney