----- A Sam Scott poem: 2nd October 2023 ----- *POTD* (pub of the day)
Away with work I'm going to the pub Not to sink my woes Just get some grub My room is tiny Cats can't swing My keyboard's here But I can't sing I'm four floors up The view is fine This bed is huge I lie supine Perhaps a beer Or glass of wine? Some veggie nosh Would be just fine I'll shake it off And take the stairs Just basic 'T' shirt No grace, or airs I have a book To feed my brain While work provides This gravy train So smarten up In every sense To feed the soul Is common sense Perhaps a poem I'll take and scribe At dull routine I'll make a jibe
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