It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry

We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks slow and now we know
in the end... we're just too thick

So we're feeling quite neglected
'cos in this summer weather
we're forced to lie inside this drawer
and be no use whatsoever

We can see that we're not needed
that we're way too hot to handle
I wouldn't be much good, alas
in a flip-flop or a sandal

But to be left and just forgotten
That really can't be fair
We're top-notch, high grade and tailor-made
with love and camel hair

And though we're not the brightest
and we grumble at our dull color
We feel some effort could be made
to make our lives a little fuller

Who would choose to live this life?
Well, yes, I often blame the man
who made me just to send me here
Was there a point or plan?

Oh! How I long for winter days;
to be useful again and cute
and tenderly cling to some left foot
inside a welly boot

To hear the crunch of firm fresh snow
and fight the freeze would be so great
To play out, have fun. Get the job done
- That's my destiny and fate

Then I'd head back to join my team mates
and in a friendly scrum we'll huddle
and chat with glee on the mystery
held in the coldest wettest puddle

For now, we must just wait here
keeping quiet and still and humble
That's not so easy, as you know
so we allow ourselves to grumble

And if I had thumbs, I'd twiddle them
but, I don't (how sad, how droll!)
So instead I've used the time

to write this poem to bare my sole