Post by Nuala Bowtitt on Mar 5, 2007 20:15:42 GMT
THE BLUE BLOB
I woke up this morning and stretched with a yawn
Outside of my window sat a beautiful morn
I looked on my pillow and there in full view
Was a tearful, shivering blob of blue.
It hadn't been there when I'd put out the light
So it must have just crept in sometime in the night.
I sat up in bed and studied my plight
Was I gonna give in or stand up and fight ?
It would be so easy to cover my face,
Let the blob swallow me, sink without trace.
Sign myself in for another day
In the Land of the Lost where they turn Hope away.
To spiral down to a bottomless pit
Where handholds or footholds or stairs don't exist.
Just halls full of mirrors - wherever you view,
The same worthless person stares back at you.
He wreaks great havoc, this wily blue blob.
For the devil who sends him, he does a good job.
This time, I won't give in - tomorrow I might
But today, it's my choice to stand up and fight
So I go to the kitchen ( the blob follows me )
And I sing while I'm making my first cup of tea.
I sail through the house turning radios on
In moments, the house and my heart fill with song.
My best medication will kick in quite soon
As I sit drinking tea and humming a tune.
Then here comes Sir Terry. What more can I say?
He's all that I need to chase blue blobs away.
With or without a fee - I love him !
I woke up this morning and stretched with a yawn
Outside of my window sat a beautiful morn
I looked on my pillow and there in full view
Was a tearful, shivering blob of blue.
It hadn't been there when I'd put out the light
So it must have just crept in sometime in the night.
I sat up in bed and studied my plight
Was I gonna give in or stand up and fight ?
It would be so easy to cover my face,
Let the blob swallow me, sink without trace.
Sign myself in for another day
In the Land of the Lost where they turn Hope away.
To spiral down to a bottomless pit
Where handholds or footholds or stairs don't exist.
Just halls full of mirrors - wherever you view,
The same worthless person stares back at you.
He wreaks great havoc, this wily blue blob.
For the devil who sends him, he does a good job.
This time, I won't give in - tomorrow I might
But today, it's my choice to stand up and fight
So I go to the kitchen ( the blob follows me )
And I sing while I'm making my first cup of tea.
I sail through the house turning radios on
In moments, the house and my heart fill with song.
My best medication will kick in quite soon
As I sit drinking tea and humming a tune.
Then here comes Sir Terry. What more can I say?
He's all that I need to chase blue blobs away.
With or without a fee - I love him !
