Attitude's Thruths

If I were you, as miserable as this
I'd surely see the world amiss

Rain and hot sun as a weather's mess
A desasterous checkmate at boring chess
Waking up to a very sore throat
Freezing, and even with a warming coat
A journey in a silly car that smells
Through the countryside of Surrey's green hells
A quite young dog with a very wet snout
Constantly running and jumping about
A moaning child sitting under the table
Me, losing my recharging cable
Some onions on a plate too blue and white
Even if old, not really right
Finally, you never giving me a call
And feathers, feathers, on top of it all

Let me tell you what I see
Since I chose it for me

Playful like puppies a black ball of wool
Climate never too hot or too cool
Having a jacket spare just in case
For a game there's always a time and a place
A cup from a past when none of us lived
With a plate and a saucer, a precious gift
A girl full of joy who knows what she likes
Very good food after cross country rides
Surrey Hills so beautifully pure
A comfortable bed is always a cure
Getting a new recharger I lost
For once not having to worry about the cost
Instead of calling, meeting you again
Even with a slight cold, nothing's in vain

(C)
To HEB, 11 June