You’ll easily spot me as I approach
hoovering up contentment
a dark disgruntled loach,
I’ll polish off your smile
evaporate your joy.
I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy
Every family has one I’m good old uncle strife
silencing your laughter with my stranglehold on life.
I’ll bring dark clouds to your sunny days
misery I’ll deploy
I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy
I can stop a clock with just a look
a glance will sour cream
my glass, always half empty
is like a broken Christmas toy
That’s right
I’m the fun crusher baby
a bundle of anti joy.
Sunday, 18 October 2009
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