Poor, poor, pitiful me

[tim-one]

Yep, I'm one of those who is sure I have to work harder than everyonelse just to stay behind. Jinxed from birth. Nuthin' goes right for me.

I told my wife one time (oh, brother ... never shoulda dun it) when she was feeling sorry for herself that my mom used to sing a little song to us when we were pitiful. Now when I'm bummed, she tries to sing it to me. Screws it up royal. Doesn't know the words. But I get her point and we laugh at her ineptiude. She's so frign cute I just love that girl, that's all.

Anyway, the song comes from way back when theaters had columns to hold up the roofs and balconies. You'll get it. Here goes:

I get the neck of the chicken
I get the burnt piece of toast
I get the seat in the movie
Smacko in back o'the post
Oh, I'm so mistreated
Nobody's sadder than me
My fanny's always gettn beated
Poor poor pitiful me

Well, I feel better now.

Love,
Tim-one
The happy alcoholic

[Dallas]

Thanks for sharing this.
I'll be sure to steal it and pass it on!!!

Very appropriate.

We could probably add to the list ad-infinitum.

That might be fun!!!

Perhaps, it would make a good board game for sober parties... and it could be marketed to people in recovery!

Dallas