|Out my back window.|
A Death wish....
This note was left by a frustrated housewife on her Hoover in the middle of the lounge, for her husband to find.
I would if I could- but I can't!
I just ground to a stop,dying on the spot.
Your wife thinks it's my fuse,
but that don't mean a lot,
So if you take a minute to look,
inside my little bott.
I'm probably stuffed with balls of fluff
and my wheels are bound tight with string,
making movement an impossible thing.
You'll possible find it's my works.
I've taken all I can,
I'm ready to go to the skip on Tuesday,
In cash's van,
I was given this verse by the writer who saved it, written over 25 years ago, Cash was her brother, didn't she do well.