Confused Bloggetts of the 9th Magnitude
As per thinketh me, in vespers got...
It's all about what's hot, what's not...
My mind went 'out', and tried to think.
But, I came back, and had a drink.
I glumly reemerged, later that night.
As I was took back, an awful fright.
Drinking is bad, as my mind thought...
As I poured another, and another I bought.
Then I remembered, what I almost forgot.
Help me now, as I reminisce on the spot.
It escapes me now, what I almost forgot.
But you can help me, eh, more than alot.
As per thinketh me, in the vespers, I got.
It's all about, what's hot, and what's not.
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