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Book 13 Page 40

Woe is me

Woe is me;

I’ve got a stomach ache.

And O such a bad,

head ache.

Woe is me;

I’ve been holding things down.

Got this permanent,

frown.

Woe is the government

and woe is mankind.

And woe to this,

woeful life of mine.

Woe to the world,

the sun don’t shine.

Woe to everything

O woe

woe,

I whine.

I go,

woe is me,

O! woe is me,

Got so many woes,

it’s hard to be.

O! woe is me!

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au 29/2/00