A tale I wrote
Blake loved saying blah blah blah
over the top of other people when they talked.
Blah blah blah! he’d say,
wagging his hand like a little mouth.
BLAH BLAH BLAH!
Blake was a millionaire,
ran a successful business,
had loads of fast cars
and a massive house.
"Yeah, bet he wasn’t truly happy though."
Nope, you couldn’t be more wrong.
He was utterly content, had a lovely family,
lots of genuinely kind and caring friends,
low blood pressure and slept incredibly well.
He just also happened to be
a rude, horrible bastard
and life just isn’t all that fair sometimes.