Not A Chum-Tum-Tum Blues. By CpSingleton © 2015
She works at the butchery counter of
My local A&E.
Although won’t remove the bad guts
Sitting inside of me.
I offer up a bounty of cash and
Sharpen up my knife.
She claims I’m been a silly-bill, adds:
It may not prolong my life.
So, I’ll keep on with the tablets and
Pound the nearest gym,
Continue with the meditation, whilst
Offering up a hymn.
Try some mint, dry toast, and even
A sprig of rosemary, and
Hope my stomach buggers off, or
Drops right out of me.
Because, right now, my tum-tum is
Giving me the blues.
Although it’s never been a chum-tum-tum
So I suppose this ain’t old news.