h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I sit here talking to you
My hands are in pain
Yet I do not leave
You tell me there is no escape
And I laugh light heartedly

I sit here talking to you
I look at this empty ring box
Do you wish it were full
And waiting for the time,
That you should claim it as your own

I sit here talking to you
Wondering of what is to come
You make me laugh again
Then disappear from my sight
This gives me a little fright

I sit here talking to you
My hands still in pain
But yet I don’t complain
Thinking of how they got this way
Baking and playing many a game

I sit here talking to you
But you slowly disappear
Into the night, into darkness
I hope I can reach you
Please don’t venture too far

I sit here talking to you
Thinking what type of mother
You will grow up to be
It doesn’t really matter
But I see a baby on your knee

I sit here talking to you
I tell you I am writing,
Another poem about
You tell me “Nooooo!”
I think I might agree

I sit here talking to you
And I am relaxed are you?

Khamsin your writing more poems than i do
you will soon have me out of a job

for yet another job well done

your job shall soon be mine
and so will your paycheck...
what paycheck I hear you say
you mean I'm doing this for free

I will stopwriting... I think

If i got payed for doing this i think my parents would insist on me staying on the net
after all theres no reason for me to tell them that its just once a week

so they think your job is daily?

I havent lead them to that assumption

of course not... so Anthea why do they let you on every night

because otherwise they suffer from
"stroppy annoyed teenager in the house syndrome"

ah I thought as much