First World Problem Blues by Iain Muir

Oh man, had to pinch myself... TWO fun poems this month.

RT's poem was a good punch to the funny bone and this one was read while listening to Mad Mary play her banjo.

I enjoyed the 'twang' of the words. They flowed like music.

Good job.

[Wormtongue]

I thank you, Mr Lipinski.

[Wormtongue]

This song just spawns new verses, alla the time...
That second line's a stone cold bitch, to get it ta rhyme
I got the shit-that-doesn't-scan-right
First World Problem Blues!