Sunny day in Manchester, but so what?
Me and Helen were headed for Afrique
Marrakesh, Morocco, where it's more hot
And hopefully our skins will soon turn pink
Or burn pink, then to brown, if we can sink
Into two sun loungers by the pool, soon
(This is tomorrow morning I'm writing)
Smooth flight, lots to drink, of course lots of drink
Taxi man held Helen's name in airport
On a white card. We hopped in, drunken loons
Got to the Hotel Oudaya, heard tunes
From someone nearby. Hotel bar was gone
By 10pm, but H was pissed as fart
Massaged her feet, then tried to get some kip
28 March
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