Trying to digest life’s strange and awful ploys

Trying to digest life’s strange and awful ploys.
Is it merely chance that brings them here?
Send me my mother and my little box of toys

I only wish I had a stronger voice
And a breastplate to protect me from the spears
Trying to digest life’s strange and awful ploys.

When I was a child, I liked to play with boys
As they tormented me, then I began to fear
Send me back to  mother and my little box of toys

For fifty years I’ve known love and all her joys
I have loved men but now  they look unclear
I hope to digest life’s deranged and awful ploys.

Some call me bold and others call me shy
I  wear a dress   like  my mother used to wear
Send me back to  Mammy and my little box of toys

Today was bad and now I feel  you sneer
I’ll hire a boat and row to Southend Pier
Trying to digest life’s strange and awful joys.
I need my Mammy and my little box of toys