Woke early despite my hectic Sunday
Was pleased, so much to do at work, it's good
To get in early, get stuff out the way
Back home, put on a podcast, cooked some food
Ate half a huge chicken pie, now it's cooled
And in the fridge to finish tomorrow
Played uke, Harry went out. I'm not being rude
But I don't care, each time I play I grow
That little bit better, least I think so
Can do a better job now when I play
Something I only wrote earlier and could
Also I can look up and sing into
The mic, and see the faces on display
Proper performance, grooving like I should
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