I’ve worked so hard I’ve got a slight headache
Despite coffee and tea drunk frequently
To stem dehydration and liquidate
My once over-alcoholised body
Been wrapping everyone’s Christmas prezzy
A task I loathe, and am bad at, to boot
A hell somewhat ameliorated by
Lots of good music in background; then, chat
On Facebook, mainly, and now, this sonnet
And suddenly, it’s getting late. I’ll wake
Not too early, not too late, Saturday
Morning, and should be both rested and fit
To spend some time with two daughters: to skate
With Jo, and dine with Pearl in the city
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