I’m popping to the offy
I might be some time
I’ve run out of brown ale
I also need some wine
I’ll clear the empties
I just forgot to before
I must get some Flash
I’d better clean the floor
I could dust the table
I miss its bright shine
I can use Mister Sheen
I’ll make it look fine
I like my old dusty casks
I love their aged looks
I’ll convert them to planters
I could use them for books
I miss my Windsor Chair
I wish I hadn’t left
I felt there was still life
Now it’s utterly bereft
GCP Apr 24
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