
I forgot to buy your birthday card once more
Maybe I don’t love you,you’re a bore.
If you want to leave me,I am glad
Living with your rules made me go mad
Alas I bought a card but not a stamp
Please don’t kick me in my big round rump
I decided that the cards were very poor
So maybe I shall find one by next year
If the first class stamps increase in price
We’ll be living on just plain old rice
I did not send a card,my dearest love
But I shall send a message via my dove
I saw a card I liked by the shop door
Then I realised I am now poor
The card was four pounds fifty, I was stunned
I’ll have to give up drinking all this rum
I grow older and alas I am quite bad
I am wicked and you are very sad
I never bought a card or wrote a note
See the beam in your eye, it’s my mote
