“Why is the sky blue?” I ask,
“Why not purple or yellow?”
“Make it multi-coloured please!”
To my parents I bellow.
“What’s the point of offside, Dad?”
“I cannot quite comprehend.”
“Sturridge must be through on goal!”
I scream. Drives me round the bend…
“How do I make sushi, Mum?”
“At this, Mum, please can you help.”
“It’s just too hard, no can do!”
“Oh Mum, I give up!” I yelp.
“My iPhone is dead, Grandma!”
“Sometimes, I really do doubt.”
“If it’s playing tricks on me,”
“If it has a brain!” I shout.
Despite all horrid problems,
Sushi, phones, offside, the sky,
There’s one thing I must tell you,
Just one thing I can’t deny.
If you too fell this desperate,
Feel like… a helpless jogger,
There’s a place that you should go,
They call it; ‘blametheblogger‘!