Damn! I did it again.
Or rather I didn’t!
Why won’t the right words come along?
It’s always a – Should I ? Or maybe I shouldn’t?
Just this morning,that nasty old woman had her say.
It wasn’t even my fault. I was going my merry way.
I muttered, I mumbled but the bloody words wouldn’t leave my mouth.
My thoughts played maudlin then merry, but despite all the coaxing, not one relented, not one came out.
Why is it that, what you should have said, always comes sailing in as a lazy afterthought?
Leaving you mulling and staring into your soup,
Wondering who is it today that is having the last laugh?
Now that the opportunity is lost, I have many versions to spare.
If only he could hear my thoughts now, he wouldn’t ever again dare.
Now I’ve practiced and practiced, so much and so well that Shakespeare would be proud.
I have the right expression on my face, and finally the right words, but alas!that nasty old woman is lost in the crowd!