what a funny day its been
we must all have them
pickled sort of theme
tomorrow it'll be a rem
first of all i'll awake
go downstairs for coffee
then shower i will take
after that yogurt toffee
i'll then put on new suit
secondhand now worn twice
on my way, make them scoot
for interview smart and nice
drive to Newcastle under Lyme
fill car back up with fuel
my engine will then chime
cruising along the dual
so today was me tester
complete waist of money
got me in a real fester
suppose its rather funny
(wrong day)
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