Oh wow, it's like Friday night here at home
Watching the Brits, communicating with
Jo and Helen, it's like the pleasure dome
I've had a drink or two, the point therewith
Is to get tired and go to bed, henceforth
Drop off quickly seeing as I'm rising at
Five in the morning, awful prospect, north
England bus ride 6am, and for what?
Pearl's second graduation, Masters, first!
Then she's off to Italy. That takes some
Balls, dunnit? All the best to Pearly, miss
Her when she's gone, thinking of her, though but
Soon I'll retire to bed and drift among
Fluffy clouds til alarmed, I wake and scoot
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