Woe Betide

By Joe Kennedy


I don’t have the kind of blood

That true avenging angels should,

The stuff that runs inside this vein

Would rather walk or take the train


So I can’t say I like the taste

Of revenge, it goes to waste

On such as me –too mild and meek

To even turn the other cheek.


I don’t do no woe betide.

Just give me someplace safe to hide

Sweet revenge gives me the runs

My sweet is chocolate, ice cream, buns.


I would have to love thee

That you’d have power to hurt me.

So why would it be strange,

To never want revenge?