ROXY

By Peter Woodgate

When the day has been a grind

And there’s a problem on my mind

I know her love I’ll find.

 

When I’m feeling kind of blue

And I’m waiting in a queue

She’ll be waiting too.

 

She’ll be waiting when I get home

To ensure I’m not alone

And in her eye sincerity and trust.

 

For although I may be weary

And the weather wet and dreary

She’ll spread a ray of sunshine through the dust.

 

She keeps a beady eye on me

Not two, she has just one you see

The other was a loss to glaucoma.

 

But with one eye she can see

Just as good as you and me

And has a soft and congenial persona.

 

With her head upon my knee

She will look with sympathy

Into my eyes and I will get the plot.

 

For without a sound she’ll show

That I must up and go

And open up a tin of Winalot.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate