A terrible end to the weekend, one
In which my face was on fire due to a
Simple moisturiser skin reaction
And multiple washing machine floods, war
On my kitchen floor, soapy water poured
In all directions, necessitating
Towels, tea-towels, and Friday's newspaper
Retrieved from the nearby recycle bin
All used to soak up the deluge spreading
Menacingly towards my poor broadband
Wotsit (WTF's it called, and who cares?)
And another throaty cold, ruining
My desire for comedy tonight down
At Hands Down Bar, near the Northern Quarter
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