My God, feels like I spent all night watching
That Leonardo film, Wolf of Wall Street
L Di Caprio, not Da Vinci - daft thing!
I kept pausing it, kept on hearing shouts
Thought it was through my wall, source of the heat
Was it Florida and her current man
But no! It came from below. Being discreet
I lay on the floor with ear hard upon
The floorboards, but unable to discern
What it was all about, even telling
The language proved impossible. Forgot
The last three nights' diary entries, oh damn!
I'm staying up late now, rectifying
That oversight... Four diary entries wrote!!!!
Tue 14 May
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