January Blues

When the frigid and slippery ground is white with snow
And it’s clear the Bat-Mobile will neither to nor fro’
I’ve got the chuffin’ January Blues in ma soul!!

The nights the raging wind won’t stop a-howlin’
Round these clapped-out windows, and roof tilin’
Yes it’s those January blues in ma soul.

When it seems for weeks you’ve been unclean
And others wonder where you’ve been
It puts those ruddy January Blues in ma soul.

When my knackered middle-aged joints are a-creakin’
And my olfactory system won’t stop a-leakin’
It’s then those darn tootin’ January Blues invade ma soul!!

When I’m poppin’ way too many disilgesics
For a small post-menopausal paraplegic
It’s those end of January Blues AND I’M COLD!!.

Seems that every day this month’s been downright Baltic
That and the lack of seratonin has me borderline psychotic
Yes dear public it’s those January Blues they took ma soul!!

Lately it seems my sense of humour, perspective’s gone
Rather like the rhyme and rhythm of my first song
It’s clear these January Blues ain’t Rock and Roll!! ~

29 January 2013