Loser’s Obituary
Through life’s pale trip
He blundered, blipped,
In pubs he slipped,
Used too much lip.
The pints he sipped
Caused carnal flips,
He eyed girls’ hips,
Mens’ fists let rip!
His ego snipped,
No night-time kip,
The backache gyp,
The world’s cruel nip…
He lost his grip,
Abandoned ship
So now he’s dipped
In Earth’s deep skip.