A good few evenings off the sauce - tonight
I've done the ironing, and the door's stayed shut
Keeping me warm, no need to turn on heat
No open door to let the smoke drift out
I've eaten well, enjoyed its taste, and foot-
ball was watched without recourse to the can
I was going to shower and wash hair next
Shaving first, and dyeing my hair mid-brown
But then, after the Chelsea match, it dawned
I hadn't yet done my daily sonnet
I'd left it later, see how things panned out
Rather than writing it too soon. This plan
Was enabled by sobriety. Tight
Money scene, mortgage up a hundred quid
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