Introduction

There are days and there are days and they all have colours and moods ....

Oh Such Misery

Today I feel rotten
Lost and forgotten
Moody, misty and blue
My hair is splitting
Nothing is fitting
Both my thumbs I chew

Today I feel crazy
Like a windshaken daisy
The dizziest dame on your way
I am all out of order
On the misery border
And my heaven is terribly grey

I am awfully saddened
Not very much gladdened
It's as if a bad crop I grew
Everything's creepy
I am feeling all weepy
When I see the thumbs that I chew

Today I am mouldy
And "Oh" such an oldy
A shrunken, outdated prune
My joints are all rusty
My corners all dusty
And my voice is all out of tune

I look at the sheet
That lays underneath
My unhappily writing "ball"
And I ask with a sigh
"Whyever and Why"
Do I write such nonsence at all.