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Book 13 Page 40

 

Woe is me

 

Woe is me;

Iíve got a stomach ache.

And O such a bad,

head ache.

Woe is me;

Iíve 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 donít shine.

Woe to everything

O woe

woe,

I whine.

 

I go,

woe is me,

O! woe is me,

Got so many woes,

itís hard to be.

 

O! woe is me!

 

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