Until some time after six thirty when
It ended and a small couch was the best
I could get. There was sick on the big one
But before you ask, no it wasn’t mine
A surreal comedy-tinged real-life play
I was shocked when someone told me the time
Six thirty in the morning. No duvet
The one she gave me had to throw away
It had sick on it - well, I just detest
A sicky duvet - I prefer them clean
Bus home mid-afternoon. Always sad day
When leaving hers. Now I am going to rest
Three nights of misbehaviour must now end!
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