Last day before the eye op, so I hope
I’ll see clearly and the rain will have gone
Tomorrow I’ll go there, then home I’ll grope
My way, rather like that Sinatra song
Still, four or five days off work won’t be wrong
Even though I’ll miss Friday’s Jez Kyle Show
(My comedy fix) Tonight, did three songs
At a guitar club, and again I’ll go -
With a mike my still, small voice doesn’t show
It boosts my confidence; I interlope
My way to the front, turn into King Kong
And with guerrilla fingers start to mow
My way through the classics, and somehow cope
Expressing myself in the house of fun!
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