A long hard day recording my war song
Who said music was fun? He should be shot
I’ve worked so hard and I have worked so long
I’ve missed my tea and dinner, can’t have hot
Food now, it’s too late. I even forgot
To ring my daughter, simply had no chance
Poor thing, I hope she knows, love her a lot
No time even for any new romance
Though someone out there wants us to make plans
I’m writing this near midnight, as I bung
Two sandwiches in my trap and then blot
Out thoughts of work tomorrow with a man’s
TV diet of war films - is that wrong?
Who knows, but who cares? I don’t care a jot!
Sun 22 Feb 2009
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