When somebody upsets me
I just want to smash them
Like an egg under a hammer
But then again why should they suffer
Just because of my hair trigger moods
I am sorry that you feel like that Maud
Have you thought why you react this way
Is your temper so deeply hidden
That you do not fully recognise it
Or can you see it quite clearly
I found this short poem written in pencil
On a betting slip about five years ago
It was misplaced soon afterwards
And considered lost until yesterday
When I found it hidden in a prayer book