A relaxing night is on the cards. I'll
Be good, read, go to bed early, and doze
Happily, unaware of the whole while
Going on around, while my dreamworld shows
Scenes set in the past, but which, heaven knows
Never actually happened. That reminds
Me of what I'm reading, and it's what those
Pesky workmates bought me. Somebody found
It in Waterstones maybe, and it's bound
To be my cup of tea, they thought. I smile
When I think how quick this is to bulldoze
Through after Dickens and big books all round
No, this is Morrissey's story, with piles
Of local streets I know mentioned. Go, Moz!
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