Quite tired, fancy an early night, and it's
Wet and windy outside, no Old Pint Pot
For me or Carla, for out there's the pits
Of hell, a winter-like darkness a lot
Like Halloween without the fun, no hot
Bonfire to cheer the spirit as you shake
And shiver against the elements that
Conspire against good health, threaten to wake
Evil beings, fires are lit, not just to bake
But to bring cheer and keep alive. I've put
A new set together, next time I get
Opportunity and desire to make
(Or try to) fuckers laugh, in those sad fights
For attention and love, or God knows what
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