Nervously, I departed, my beloved Woodthorpe Court,
Wondering, if I really ought,
But off I poddled, my expectancies at nought,
Taking my quandaries, feeling relatively taut,
My nerves on edge and tension straught!
The bus-ride was painful and tense, oh, golly!
Feet under the wheels as brakes,
As I sat holding the trolley,
Then I got the nervous shakes,
Sure I would overspend my lolly!
Got to town, and nearly got ran over,
Cold, I wished I’d put on an extra pullover,
A van nearly hit me, moreover,
I swore at the man to show I was no pushover!
I made my way to the Poundsaver store,
Searching for milk tubs, Frazzles and more,
The knee gave way, and I ended up on the floor,
Some ladies, got me up, Gawd I was sore,
They had milk, but I got Frazzles & more,
Paid and left, with a bank balance more, poor!
I had a walk around the City Centre,
Limping now, I felt even ancienter,
The coffee shops looked full, but I’m not a frequenter,
Then one of the Pavement cyclist’s flew by,
If I could, I’d have given him a smack in the eye!
I never saw a policeman. I wonder why?
It looked like rain in the sky,
So I went inside, to keep myself dry!
The Exchange arcade, it was barren of folk,
So many retailers, closed-down, a pig-in-a poke,
Rent £78,000 per annum, it’s no joke,
Service Charge £17,144, what lady or bloke,
Who can afford this? No wonder they’ve gone broke!
The drizzle hadn’t come, so out I went,
Some time in Slab Square, I spent,
Street sleepers, yobboes, arguing, but no police sent,
My frustrations I wanted to vent,
The knee hurting, my money spent,
Getting home to Codeines was my intent!
To the Queen Street bus-stop,
Struggling with my purchases from the shop,
On to the L9 bus I did hop,
Well, struggled, and into the seat did flop,
I was so glad when we got to the Winwood Heights stop!
I alighted the bus, well, fell off of it,
I did feel a right twit!
No injuries, I felt tired, but quite fit,
Off to Woodthorpe Court, I did flit!
Not a soul in sight, for a talk,
So I struggled along Chestnut Walk,
No much thinking en route, the brain had lost its torque!
Into the decorative, welcoming lobby, I did walk!
I tooketh a photo, getting into the lift,
Can’t be accused today, of being a spendthrift!
I’d bought some pressies and a Christmas gift,
I was feeling proud, not peeved or tift,
For once, my thoughts were not all adrift,
There weren’t any at all if you get my drift?
I’d seen folk arguing, and one shoplift,
And yet, I didn’t feel in the slightest miffed!
Frazzled, I’m glad to say – Yes! Hehehe!