I miss Jenny, hope she feels not too bad
We sank a lot of booze, and hangovers
Afflict her (unlike me) - though it made
Bedtime together come faster at hers
When til yesterday she'd been too nervous
About me to invite me there at all
I hope she still likes me - that's marvellous
Sunday's when we next meet - I hope she'll call
Good memories though of the fun time, a thrill
I got questioned at work, that's no surprise
It's such fun being thought of as a ladies'
Man, ha ha, what a joke. It's my third meal
In two days tonight, Louis' birthday. Dad
(Me) is a happy man. Things could be worse
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