Felt good today, after a nice lie-in
Drove to a meeting just by the airport
It went on a long time, wagging of chin
Being more extensive than we had thought
About tax I guess we get passionate
(Believe it or not)... Back to my office
Parking outside, but it was now too late
For my next meeting. Ate my sandwiches
At four o'clock. Not starving though, because
They'd brought some tasty biscuits in a tin
To the morning meeting at the airport
And so the moral of this sonnet is
Junk food can have its uses, if you're in
A long meeting and needing some support
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