Samantha Says…

…The carry-on of some would drive ya bananas

Backbiting & lies, simply no manners

Wheeling & dealing & acting like scum

Behaving the bollox, well it’s well for some…

Life in The Granby, the shit-talk does fly

Our Samantha smells it & it doesn’t pass her by

Now she’s tired of the stench & it moves her to tears

She’s been putting up with it the last 2 & a half years.

Samantha dreams of a place of her own

Feeling she needs to be left alone

Missing her kids, she can’t have them ‘round

And also their Dad, laid to rest in the ground.

Then there was Terry, the love of her life

6 years together, through their joys & strife

He met his demise by the demon drink

First he got sick, then was gone in a blink.

So Samantha is tired & she’s going to bed

Rest will soothe her world weary head

With any luck, she’ll feel better tomorrow

To worry is a waste of time she can’t borrow.