It Could Have Been Me

Oh, I wish I’d looked after me ticket,
spotted that someone might nick it
or else that it may be chewed
by the dog and end up all screwed.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me ticket.

I wish that I’d been more attentive,
as winning was such an incentive
and the jackpot could have made me rich.
The thought often made me twitch
but you know I’m not anal-retentive.

I showed the numbers that I’d picked
and was told that none had clicked;
the ticket was checked by a crook
who spoke naught but gobbledygook.
I would hate to think I was tricked.

I wish I hadn’t been so confused
for I feel that I may have been used.
He took ten pounds from his pocket
and promptly got hold of my docket.
The transaction left me bemused.

I am certain that it wasn’t cricket
but I was left with a sticky wicket.
And to think that I fell for that trick!
It’s demeaning, it makes me sick.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me ticket.

© Luigi Pagano 2008

After Pam Ayres's "I Wish I'd Looked After My Teeth". It is a parody I wrote in 2008 that I hope reflects the jocularity and fun of the original piece