I'm tired again, this cold saps energy
Work went well, at home wrote a short story
Played guitar for a bit, then cooked my tea
Nothing special, a normal day, you see
But it's boring to talk just about me
Besides, I got a call from the lovely
N, who suggested going out with me
This evening. I declined but that's only
Because I'm sick and ill like Morrissey
Hopefully we'll be meeting up Sunday
There'll be two Ns, a D, and Dale Lately
But first I've got to write some poetry
I hope by then I can drink copiously
And stay out late. Next day's Bank Holiday!
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