Hello Sir, How are you?
I hope you are fine.
It’s been a long time since we last met.
Well, I guess the fault was mine.
You see, I’m so very busy these days,
Not a moment to spare.
Was only last week I plucked from my head,
twelve strands of grey hair!
Life is harsh, harsh my dear Sir,
Harsh as harsh can be,
Let me explain what I mean to say,
and for yourself you will see.
I’m quite a poor man, as you already know,
Not much in my purse,
Six children and a basset hound,
makes matters much, much worse.
Things were fine, till early last month,
when my career hit a bump,
Nothing much, I just lost my job,
Guess it was the slump.
I tried my luck at a private firm,
They said I was too slow.
They don’t realize that with people like me,
their profits are bound to grow!
I have the brains, the brains my dear Sir,
the brains to make things work,
So when they said that I was too slow,
I just couldn’t help but smirk!
To top it off, the mutt fell ill,
a horrible running nose,
With doggy snort all over the place,
We had to walk on our toes!
But now he is fine! We’ve killed them all,
The germs in the nose that lurk,
Four and a half days of mashed potatoes,
seemed to have done the work.
As for my house, that’s another pain,
and a rather boring tale,
My landlord, without letting me know,
put it up for sale!
He said that I hadn’t paid my dues,
that I hadn’t cleared his rent,
Six little brats and a four legged beast,
We’re stuck up in a makeshift tent.
So you can see how busy I am,
As busy as a man can be,
But Sir, I do have an hour at hand,
How about a cup of tea?