A day late with my birthday sonnet - why?
I'll tell you - I spent the night at J's flat
It wasn't that bad either - glad that I
Got to see it and all of her, and what
We did was fun, I think she enjoyed that
Bits are coming back even now, recalled
As I sit, back home writing this sonnet
If my mother knew, she might be appalled
But maybe no longer, as she gets old
And older still, she has an open eye
If not quite open mind. Carla please get
Out of bed so I can shower and fold
Away these long-worn clothes, clean ones for my
Meal tonight - yes we're back at The Laundrette
Wed 18 / Thur 19 January
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