It’s Mozart’s Musical Masterpieces
I’m using to drown out the floor below.
They’re playing Turkish music: my thesis
Is that a party’s coming up. Its row
Will thankfully not be heard by me, though,
Because I’m out tonight. It’s half-term week
At Josephine’s school, and my chance to show
Her books and films and listen to her cheek,
Good-natured, usually. She isn’t meek
Or mild; a spirited child. Louis is
Being offered a scholarship: Harrow,
In West London. Their film course is unique:
The best in England to attend, he says.
Meanwhile, play on, Clarinet Concerto.
Mon 11 Feb 2008
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