I've started working a
nine to five
No more do I simply
survive
Life has found new
meaning
Monday's were
irregularly obscene
Then,new work, chose to
intervene
Now I'm part of a
regular routine
To which I was
longingly leaning
I've lost the free time
I used to have
In which was written
The year of the Gav
Drinking coffee served
by Slav
Not being able to see
my friends
Now I'm part of the
regular society
Picking off the tree of
weekly variety
Loving life and
justifiably
Working mid but off
weekends
I'm sure good times are
up ahead
Into great things I'm
being led
I'll adventurously grab
and fearlessly tread
I'm ready, willing and
hearty
Just Me the Wife and
two days
Endless
scenarios,countless ways
We'll merrily drink and
graciously graze
Who wants us at their
party?
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