Pardon My Bipolar

WARNING
to the morning,
I am dawning.

My name’s Kim,
and I vote green.
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Purple hat,
Looks like a cat.
You obnoxious
Little brat.
Prat!

It’s bloody serious,
I wanna be delirious.

I try to shout,
They call me a lout,
Then knock me out,

Without a doubt.

(c) Kimberley Light 1989

Once upon a thyme there was a girl called Leila
Leila was very paranoid and scared
The hare the tortoise and the shell
Everyone wished her better and well
But wondered how to get her out of this hell

Mayhem, mischief and scorned behaviour
Caused her husband to call her a liar
But what he surely did not know
That she was scared and could not show
Emotions that had long time dwell
Which in the beginning made this cell

An awful affair she secret kept
Which eventually led to a humongous debt
She kept her head low and tried not to show
The trick and envy of a mother wrapped in string and bow
Although she accepted all the gifts
She was still very scared of being trapped in lifts

But to make the peace she had to accept the lease
That binded her to a bond she had forgot to keep
Poor Leila became ill and created such a shock
That she forgot to look at the clock

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

The walls closing in did not release her from her fear
Not even a kerchief could wipe the non-existent tear

FEAR DESIRE ANGER

She could not resist and slowly she began to feel like a hit and miss
She longed for the embrace of her husbands kiss
But could not understand why he was so territorial with his land
She knew she had upset the leonine pride
And regretted the stories and the made up lies
If only he could understand she found it hard to break the ties
That had bonded her to a cord that was umbilical
This pickle she had shaved was way to close
To a lobotomy, E.C.T, e.t.c.

(c) Kimberley Light 2006