A goodish day, though not all went to plan
Bart arrived about lunchtime after I
Had cleaned the flat floor with my own bare hands
Watched lots of hair float off into the sky
Most of it Carla's from the rug, maybe
And listened to three albums of reggae
Some good new tracks put on my MP3
I'll be mentally skanking on my way
Through Salford and Manchester, not today
But tomorrow. Shark Comedy is on
I've asked for a ten-spot by email, why?
Cos ten's better than five, and more early
Still waiting to hear. Washing machine man
Didn't come, stayed in for nothing, curse, sigh
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