While music plays, a football commentary
From the TV tuned to the radio
Reports from Arsenal. It was snowy
Down Wilmslow way today, where little Jo
Was seven. We went out into the snow
With her new bike I’d bought and brought, but it
Proved fraught with difficulty. Where to go?
It was hard work ploughing through the snowdrifts
In the park, stopping icy side road slips
And at the side of the main road, scary
As cars and vans roared past. Goodbye to Jo
She takes her presents, the door shuts and clicks
She’s off to party, but that’s not for me
I’ve so much to do, but, oh, well, you know…
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