The Bottle Top

T is for

The Bottle Top
------------------
I feel like crying
It has defeated me
And my bloody rheumatic fingers
And arthritic hands
A sauce bottle with a tight top
I,ve tried to twist it
I,ve tried to turn it
Again and again and again
All I see is stars and bright lights
I must get my blood pressure checked
And my knuckles hurt
I can,t open the bloody bottle
So I stare at it
And it laughs at me
The little bastard
And so I eat my chips
Defeated
And tomato sauceless