BLOOD TRANSFUSION WHORE
(Played appallingly on my home-made 3-string cigar box guitar)
Don’t donate blood anymore
Did it 50 times before
Now they’ve shown me to the door
Once this cut me to the core
Don’t donate blood anymore.
No more pin-holes in my arm
No more bruising, no more harm
No more causes for alarm
Not a quaver nor a qualm
This has worked out like a charm.
Yes, I’m happy with this snub
I don’t bleat and I don’t blub
I’m not bothered – here’s the rub
I still go there for the grub
Chocolate Penguin or a Club.
See? I’ve evened up the score
For those years of grief and gore
I’m content these days to gnaw
On their biscuits. Cynic? Sure!
I’m a Blood Transfusion Whore.
Don’t donate blood any more.
John Coopey
Tue 27th Feb 2024 09:03
Not Caramac I’m afraid, Uilleam. Club biscuits, yes. Although I believe you can’t get the full spectrum of these (Orange, Mint, Fruit and Plain) these days. Plain and Fruit have passed to that great biscuit muncher in the sky.
And thanks for the Likes, Stephen A, Stephen G, Holden and John.