Tie me awhile
a Friday night smile
To ease off our credits and gains
Give us a draught
of sedative laugh
Cool air on our strings
and refrains
I have much to consider
Songs and rhymes to complete
Feel I’m treading on teardrops
soaked right through to my feet
Don’t come around here grinning
In your copse mop cotton hat
Spouting 'lost weekend' waffle
And all that Saturday morning chat
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