All by myself... there's no one else here
No one else nice to share a cold beer
No one to talk to all bout my day
No one to accompany into the fray
My dear friend has flown the Gloverland coop
She's moved off to Brantford, so here's the new scoop
I live all alone now, no one else here
Just me and two fish who don't speak much, i fear.
We chat in the dawning to greet the new morn
But bubbles and scales can quickly get borin'
Sydney has left for pastures greener
And my answering machine only says Yell, not Carina.
(well, it will once i fix it!)
So if you are bored and lacking for fun
Just come on over and i'll be the one
To give you a drink in a nice tall new glass
And seat you at a table with class.
give me a call and i'll put on the tea
And you can have a visit with little old me!
3 comments:
awwwwwwwwww you sound so sad!
i want to come visit you....ummmmm how does next week sometime sound?
i love love love you dearie.
I am wanting to come! Me, me, me! I would love some tea! I would love some castle bundt cake with you!
I am thinking perhaps I should have saved Kitty for you?
I miss you!
Thanks girls... it really wasn't supposed to sound all miserable - i'm not miserable... i just have to remember to call people more... i do get out enough with all my meetings and outings during the week... but i would love to have you all over... when the earwigs are gone...
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