Thirstdays
the day
To go out
to play
With one to go
there is no need tothink
it should be OK to
have that drink
But one turned to two
Was that a double
On no
This could mean trouble
Pub is closed
Talk of a club
Think I prefer
To get some grub
Friday has come
Out of bed I seep
Glad I left
To work I creep
The weekend will come
Now in sight
With a morning runplanned
Lets hope its bright
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Observations of an Urban Poet
PoetryObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.