THEY SAY . . . . . .

They  say not to play with the gypsies in the wood,
but who's the hell to tell me exactly what I should;
don't keep all your eggs in one basket, deviate they say;
oh really, your advice so paramount, what did you do today?

Never look a gift horse in the mouth, why not I ask you,
expect me to say everything's so wonderful and lovely too;
platitudes and homilies unstructured, plucked from the sky,
you feel like saying: 'Watch your own backside and goodbye.'

Nev told me not to be 'norty, 'no need to be so haughty,
of course, we all take these things in our stride, don't we,
my parents - tailor and dressmaker so 'cut your cloth to suit,'
doesn't always work - I didn't always get away with the loot.

They say that everything comes to those who wait, does it so?
I waited but never really achieved a nice satisfied afterglow.