Schadenfreude
by cricketjeff on January 11, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I try not to be a bastard but a dose of schadenfreude
May be somewhat therapeutic if your addled and annoyed.
I saw a lady moaning at a colleague’s shabby dress,
Then she slipped up during lunchtime and sat down in poodle mess.
A letter on poor English couldn’t spell the paper’s name,
I’ve no doubt the letter’s writer thinks her teacher is to blame.
I’m no big fan of football but for silly shits and grins,
I’d love to go to Chelsea when the opposition wins.
A very foolish bowler hit big Devon on the head,
The nicest man in cricket left their batting side for dead.
A show-off in a Porsche passed at ninety miles an hour
But we caught him ten miles later broken down and out of power.
I’m not a nasty person but some people make me sick,
An ego like a mountain’s a balloon I have to prick.
At the funfair he was laughing as his brother threw five darts
And he only stuck the first two in the winning Queen of hearts
But his laughter was soon ended when we watchers had our wish;
He threw twenty hula-hoops and didn’t win a single fish!
No fan of modern artists almost laughed until I died
When the RA gave a medal to a painting on its side!
It was summer down in Bournemouth when my friends and I rejoiced
As a show-off on a push-bike ended sore and squeaky voiced.
He’d been scattering sunbathers riding roughshod on the beach
But a crossbar when it’s bumpy has a lesson it can teach!
I try not to be a bastard but a dose of schadenfreude
May be somewhat therapeutic if your addled and annoyed!
Author notes
And yes I know I am cheating pronouncing schardenfreude without the final soft
syllable, but I’m a Londoner and I drop the endings of words left and right
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