Open fairly wide to allow a breeze
To circulate inside,
because you know
We get hot, us hard-working pen-pushers
This afternoon, the
clouds have spread their haze
Over those weekend skies of purest blue
But
I'm pleased I made the most of those days
There aren't many of them per year,
it's true
Lads with their tops off, revealing tattoos
As they work on
extensions, clean windows
Or just parade around drunk. People squeezed
Into
hot overcrowded pubs, no clue
About how to stay cool, it seems. I'll go
Home
now, since I've been here almost eight hours!
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