My son Louis has gone down to London
Tomorrow he has a job interview
As researcher for horror films - that is one
Job that out of so many he can do
I wish him good luck, good luck to you, Lou
Meanwhile here in Manchester, I got pissed
After work, Ange's birthday, we went to
A Greek restaurant, glad I didn't miss
Gas Lamp, then Tiger Lounge, then Greek grub. It's
Difficult writing poetry when one
Is slightly drunk. Tracey had had a few
So she needed help. The tram came, she missed
It, but I made sure that she got upon
The tram to Sale, for I still had a clue!
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