A goodish day, work quite demanding but
A few fun chats along the way, not bad
Hot desking means we don't know where we're sat
Each day it's musical chairs for this lad
New haircut on display today, thank God
It was starting to look really messy
I could've been called Lionel. withstood
That insult like a man, so easily
Back home I exercised, ukulele
And guitared away, fingerwork's real hot
Nowadays, move from chord to chord, a tad
Like greased lightning before striking a tree
I'm settling down now, can I get to bed
Without booze (I'm on my own, in my pad)
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