By The Urban Poet

Pick me up off the floor 
when I’m thrown out the door
For having one too many again
I lost count though after ten

Pick me up when I feel down
When I’m depressed and all around
Seems dark and bleak and hopeless too
I guess I never got over you

Pick me up on the things I say
When you want your own sweet way
To prevail and win the argument 
On victory you seem hell bent

Pick me up when I need a lift
No not my spirits, if you get my drift
I need to get home and get my tea
So come and collect little old me

Pick me up oh please young lady
In my dreams you drive me crazy
Wink at me and saunter over
Stroke my thigh and say “get down Rover”

Yes pick me up, don’t put me down
Do something different, go into town
Look around the bars for me
I maybe outside a pub or three

So...
Pick me up off the floor 
when I’m thrown out the door
For having one too many again
I lost count though after ten!
Fred Varden 2018