BEASTLY TALES

THE LOVING CUP

“Untrustworthy you are! Not worthy of trust.”
“Confidence in you has gone totally bust.”
“The way you act is predicated on want.”
“Manipulating others, feelings are gaunt.”
“Yes, your feelings, empathy for others, exists not.”
“Self-centred, unpredictable, others besot.”
These were the harsh words of Stephanie Bell,”
Horace Bell had heard them before, he knew them so well!
“It’s true that for many people, I don’t care a jot!”
“Their behaviour dictates this, I don’t like them a lot.”

Horace was a lame brain, a difficult one.
Many thought being with Horace, no fun!
Horace would ask, as he did cry and sniff,
“I do wonder if you might have an extra handkerchief?”
“I have succumbed to my manifold fears,”
“I have, indeed, driven myself to tears.”
People offered him tea in a cup.
Whilst drinking tea, he didn’t bring it up!
That is to say, he didn’t bring up his manifold fears.
If he brought up anything, it would be his beers.
For he had five or six, in quick succession,
Numbing his pain whilst saying his confession.
“He has chucked up, all over the floor,”
“Who’ll clean it up? Oh, what a bore!”
Stephanie came in with a mop and a bucket.
More than quite irritated, she had to muck it!
“Don’t drown your sorrows, drown yourself.”
“You clearly have no regard for your health.”