Fish fingers are sizzling in the oven
The peas are boiling away in the pan
The potato in the microwave’s done
Time to eat, now I’ve done all that I can
Finished my World At War track, and I am
Well under way, ‘High Over Liverpool’
Too tired, too late to sing it again, Sam
So I’ll do that tomorrow. It’s been cool
Considering I was too much a fool
Last night, with the bedroom window open
Yet again, woken by that damn siren
A loud reveille at 6 am. Cruel
But if this continues, we must complain
I need my beauty sleep to dream and plan
Wed 4 Mar 2009
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