It is now eleven thirty late at night,
And I’ve spent the whole day rushing out of sight,
Having only just got back,
All ability I lack
For trying any sort of rhyme to write.
First a bank, and lots of shopping – such a bore!
Then a Garden Judges’ meeting was the chore;
After that took cousin to
An informal little do –
There was yakking, on which I will say no more.
So I simply cannot poetise today;
And your kind indulgence thereunto I pray,
For, not only did I dine,
But I glugged a lot of wine;
Therefore this will be my little lot, today!
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