SOLILOQUY

Having a whinge, no one listens.

I know this sounds like a soliloquy,

But why did bulldust men find me?

God made Ratlotto sardonically,

Life's booby prizes always target me,

Now 70 years old is the new young,

O God of funster fun,

Is it them or me?

Yes indeed, my soliloquy,

Is it them or doormat me?

Whinging is fun for us,

No one even listens to this fuss,

Dear God of Ratlotto booby prizes,

Any more  masculine surprises?

Author's Note

Bit of fun, feedback welcome.