It's cold, and I got hailed on, on the way
To work, but my coat protected me well
And soon it stopped. It was a busy day
But tomorrow will be busier still
As there's meetings, then I'm off to Eccles
For an eye check, then out to comedy
Randy Felt Face, no less, bringing chuckles
I hope. Poor Helen, post-birthday, now she
Is still ill, nausea, reaction to the
Excesses of the night out, Saturday
Meanwhile Josephine's gone over the hill
She's off-radar and out of sight to me
Didn't hear from her all weekend, just paid
Her ten quid on demand. What for? Can't tell!
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