The Crossward Addict.
When I'm deprived of my crossword I'm moody and mean and I mope.
My temper is very erratic and my poor husband just cannot cope.
I'ts the one thing that gets me going it boots up my brain for the day.
I get on with my cooking and sewing when I've had my portion of play.
When I'm deprived of my crossward I sit and I sulk and I glare,
The sun won't come out in the morning I'm just like a grumpy old bear.
My ever decreasing brain cells are crying out to be moved
I think they need that morning jolt but that's something that can't be proved.
So my cry goes out to the paper shop off crosswords I must have my share
Because crossword deprivation is something I very much fear.
(Crossword deprivation. A severe illness found in the elderly)
Jill West.
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So. That's why you're so grumpy!
It was not me who left this note,
How could you think me so unkind,
However if I look across the room,
The culprit I might find!
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