Roman Wall Blues

I’ve got the Roman Wall Blues,
right down to my shoes.
My skirt is small,
and I am tall.
I’ve got the Roman Wall Blues.

I’m standing here with nothing to do,
defending this wall from someone like you.
I’m standing here all day long,
sometimes I sing this song.

My heart is back at home,
in that wonderful land called Rome.
While I’m here on this wall,
and sleep in a deep dark hall.

Someday I’ll go back,
to my friend called Mac.
Marry my girl,
and give her a pearl.

I’ve got the Roman Wall Blues,
right down to my shoes.
My skirt is small,
and I am tall.
I’ve got the Roman Wall Blues.

mad nonsense, written while bored in a lesson!

This poem also works if you sing it in a happy ditty.