Tomorrow, also known as mañana,
Is everybody’s special favourite day.
Then sorrow will have flown to Botswana,
While heavy bodies have sex in the hay.
How? Because we won’t need to earn our pay!
We’ll win the lottery and other bets.
Each night we’ll dine out, then go see a play,
While earning all the time from our assets.
My fortune-teller, he never forgets
To foretell all this promised nirvana.
He’s got a nerve, maybe, but baby, hey,
D’you like depression? Frankly, no, so let’s
Go nice n’ easy, like Frank Sinatra,
Till these prizes and freebies come our way!
Sun 29 Apr 2007
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