And so it's Friday night, a good uke strum
Along with some Old Speckled Hen, four cans
Then ate some pie and nicely filled my tum
As Carla went to bed on her return
From the local pub which was abandoned
And empty on a Friday evening
Despite the cheap pints. Makes you want to run
For your life. Watched Big Brother, evicting
Two no-mark so-called celebs, not saying
Their names, I can't even remember them
I'm certainly not one of their few fans
Some crap American film is starting
I won't watch it, it's getting near bedtime
Instead I'll read about Monty Python!
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