Although it had to be called tomorrow
That’s because yesterday was called today
Yesterday, and today was tomorrow
Are repeated rhymes still rhymes? I don’t know
Obviously a word must rhyme with itself
But it’s cheating, inspiration is slow
If that’s all I can choose from the great wealth
Of available words on my bookshelf
Today was another grey summer’s day
At lunchtime a long walk to the bank, so
I could pay two and a half grand, myself
Having no worries it would go astray
But they messed up! Got wet for nothing. Doh!
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