I am alone, oh yes indeed

Nothing to look at, nothing to read

I spend all my time counting my toes

Though occasionally I'll play with my patrician nose


Sometimes when I'm feeling quite like

I twiddle my belly button until it feels tight

Maybe I'm mad, surely not sane

But no one really cares; it's really quite a shame


Last week I'm sure I did something bad

With an elastic band, I'm really quite sad

This week just maybe I'll do the same

Perhaps someone will take notice if I become a pain


Or maybe not, who really can say

So perchance I'll do nothing for the rest of the day

Just sit here, alone, just counting my toes

And thinking about my life, so full of woes


Sadly, and madly, the days do go by

With me twiddling and fiddling I'm not very shy

So be it, who cares, for I quite like my life

No worries, no heartache, no day full of strife


One, two, three, four, five on the right

Another five on the left, all pink, with nails white

Now to jiggle my belly button, round and round

Until I get bored and throw myself to the ground


Well tomorrows another day and it'll be arriving quite fast

More toes to count, up to ten, that’s the last

Maybe I'll tweak my nose, something different for sure

At least I do know, my days me they won't bore


Enough of this I have no time to write more

For this rhyming lark is become quite a chore

I have things to do, I think you know what

So I'll get on with my day, I've really got no time to stop

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