Had ten pork pies for lunch and three sausage
Rolls, and
a cake, and banana. I'm ill
My stomach will explode, it's a wreckage
I'm
also very tired. Last night, carnage
Was on TV real late, the First World War
Dramatised. Soldiers crossing a footbridge
Of wood across a flooded field.
The gore
Was lightened by a love story, the law
Surely in films to attract
the female
Punter. Love's even there on Vimy Ridge
After work, that's in
about half an hour
I'm back in the Black Lion where I'll swill
A pint with
John, not seen him for an age
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