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