A lie-in, oh heaven, and then did stuff
Til about 3:30 when played guitar
Then out to town, avoiding rain, enough
Of being soaked, met Nancy, Yenira
Her Spanish friend, in Subway, drank my share
Of Coke, then to the Castle, sat upstairs
Some noisy women, loud jukebox, found a
Seat downstairs, then we went to Gullivers
For Tales of Whatever, and what occurs
Is hard to follow, if you're Spanish, tough
Walked Yenira home, and it's not that far
From hers to mine, nor from my place to hers
Now I must go to bed, imagine love
It may exist, although I'm not so sure...
Sat 2 August
No comments:
Post a Comment