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It’s another Friday night
And the sofa hugs my bum,
There is a glass of wine for comfort
And a curry for my tum.
When the world was but my oyster
And pearls lay at my feet,
How my young self would have horrified
At this weekly ode to defeat.
But I have learnt things since
That this green-eyed girl had not,
And nine ‘til five can be pretty hard
When your boss doesn’t give a jot.
So fill my mind and my glass
Of simple weekend dreams,
And while you’re up, save my feet
And fetch the custard creams.
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LilyRose
Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
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Great entry, and I loveee that ending :) perfect :)