HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?
As I sit 'ere and try and type –
all the words jigging in me 'ead,
I hope the words I finally say,
are the words I wanted said.
I hope that I can write them right,
and make meself so clear
and understand – as I planned
And you hear what I want you to hear.
I hope the prose that I propose
Makes sense to one and all
Who knows, you might suppose,
I suppose, me to be quite the fool
Now I'm steady and equally ready
To write right what I wanted to say
But it seems to be that the words in me
Have suddenly jigged far away