NO NAME
I know a young man with No Name
Who at times is a bit of a pain?
But he helps me a lot and he’s all that I’ve got
And he keeps me from going insane.
If he offers to help that is great
And he hardly ever comes late
But it can be the morrow followed by sorrow
Cause I’m not that patient to wait.
When I’m in trouble he’s there
To listen, to help and to care
He makes me tea and helps me to see
My problems are given to share.
His memory we know could be better
But he’s thorough right to the letter
If I’m in the wrong he makes a big song
And I have to melt like butter.
Apologies come very rare
And are all from me to be fair
But it’s true to say there will come a day
When I might just pull out his hair.
He comes and goes as he will
And never seems to stand still
But he gets a job done nearly in one
So he’s not yet over the hill!
He tests my patience a bit
But I hold my tongue and don’t spit
I give him a look which he reads like a book
And he knows that it’s time just to flit.
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