I woke up feeling foolish
But she got out,
Said: “I have to wash my hair.”
Went to the café looking foolish
She said “It’s all a mistake.
You curdle my coffee, goodbye.”
Sat in the bath being foolish
She said ‘Imitation is flattery.
But yours is just sad.”
Foolish stood on her high horse
Looked down her nose, scoffed,
Said: “You’ll never be good enough.”
Sweet young girl took pity
Came for lunch then ran for safety
No fool like an old fool.
Old fool foolish old fool
Sits in the park, memory is all he has
Wishful should be his middle name.