Josephine said last night let's meet. I thought
She would choose instead to watch Man U on
The TV at home, but instead we met
At Manchester's Piccadilly station
Ate at Bella Italia, Cross Street, one
Of my favourite eateries. It didn't
Let us down, lovely flavoured pasta, down
My gullet too soon, but in my palate
It was delightful. While on Chapel Street
She said, why don't we go to Old Trafford?
Liverpool were the visitors. Sat down
In the Lowry Theatre, I had a flat white
She had a coke, and I voiced humorous thoughts
About the weirdos in there walking round
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