This afternoon at my computer sitting
Learning the tests for oedema pitting
I think to myself what could be more fitting
Than preparing a poem for next Sunday’s blog
It’s Tuesday right now but I don’t mind admitting
That by Sunday evening at the time of submitting
I’ll be so exhausted from all the streets I’ve been hitting
That when I get in I will sleep like a log
You see most of the weekend I will be transmitting
Myself along train lines for visits quite flitting
From Pewsey to Warwick I will be visiting
Friends and family and of course, my dog
On Thursday night at a show most befitting
I’ll be seeing some friends and most likely sipping
Far too much beer and then contemplate quitting
Drinking so much that I feel sick as a dog
I’ll then travel back westwards for lectures unremitting
Where I’ll sit in dark classrooms and think of resitting
As so much I should know, from my brain is omitting
and the notes I’ve not read form a massive backlog
When Sunday arrives I will be committing
My time to my great aunt, traffic permitting
As I travel up north for a visit quite flitting
For a family gathering in the Warwickshire fog
You may be wondering why I have chosen such an odd rhyme scheme or why some of the rhymes are so shit, my answer is because fuck you, that’s why.
SO NOW IT’S SUNDAY.
I’m going to see Billy Bragg tomorrow, you jelly David?
Anyway, my weekend was beautiful and seeing people was the best.Ben Marwood is a nice guy and David’s was lovely, I am sleepy now.
Love you guys.
