In two years’ time when you can vote
And play the lottery,
The winning numbers for that game
Are nineteen, twenty-three…
I wouldn’t bother dating Jo:
You’ll find she’s got a name;
And when her belly starts to rise,
Of course you’ll get the blame.
Ah, what's the point? You’ll make mistakes;
I won’t change history:
As if I did, you then could end,
A worse off older me.
12/12/12 for David’s Hello/Goodbye contest