My parents have given the Fudge a big book of nonsense poems. They insist he picked it out himself in Crossword. Be that as it may, it is really big. In fact, it is the book he is lying on, in the photo in the earlier post.
And in this book I discovered a poem that sums up my situation, not to mention outlook on life, perfectly. This is how it goes:
Nobody Loves Me
Nobody loves me, Everybody hates me, I think I'll go and eat worms.
Big fat squishy ones, Little thin skinny ones, See how they wriggle and squirm.
Bite their heads off. "Schlurp!" they're lovely, Throw their tails away.
Nobody knows How big I grows on worms three times a day.
It also reminds me of Dick Van Dyke scratching his head and singing "Chimchimeny chimchimeny chimchim cheroo, I does what I likes and I likes what I... do." He is not comfortable with the grammar in that last "do" but, well, rhyme prevails.