Despatched On My Birthday
by Miss Helena Socha
(Montrose Angus Scotland)
I woke up to early on my Birthday
And read the papers when I got out of bed,
An saw my name in the bitty just inside
And cried out oh jings crivens I'm dead.
Then the doorbell rang and I did not answer
And the milk was still out on the step,
well 'they'll' think then 'I've' gone to the Angels
And I'm still up there praising God yet.
When I'd not been seen shopping for ages
And in Church my pew was empty each week,
Oh my goodness they'll say she has popped it
An is now in a much higher seat.
Yes I woke up too early on my Birthday
Picked the paper from the mat at my feet,
Saw my name in the bitty just inside
Then I knew I'd passed on in my sleep.