Day two of an aching left hip, though it's
OK once I've started walking along
This evening I've now got a sore eyelid
I'd better get a good night's sleep, be gone
Into full rest mode, or I could be stung
Drawn and quartered tomorrow - appraisal
Time's here, woop de doo! I poured soup upon
My hand and burned it at lunchtime, the fool!
It also went on my trousers, so I'll
Clean them when I've written this, five minutes
From now. No, longer, my thoughts take too long
Distracted by a weird sitcom, but we'll
Ignore it now, and finish this sonnet
Now back to Pete Townshend's autobiog...
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