evermore

Oh the days are long and dreary

off to bed feeling wearing

when there came a letter falling

falling through my front door

cluttering the hallway floor

from the department of pension

about a sickness I should not mention

and a visit I must make

so often have I made before

You are well and so in fitness

did this incompetent witness

remind me and what is more

keen on working never shirking

though I cant get past the door

I need a sleep I need a pill

for now I’m feeling very ill

let me go I did implore

your benefits we'll alter

if for work you fail or falter

they'll be gone for evermore