Poem Checking In

“What’s up me old mucker, mate, me old china? Oh…me pins are paining, me legs, the old egg and hams. That and me pate that’s not feeling so great as of late; a jackhammer’s been pounding there all through the night.

I have downed a bunch of pills, but they didn’t yet bite. It’s all me own fault, nowt but myself to blame what with last night’s carousing: we sure had a skinfull. I was fritzed, out of my head, off my nut,

but a hair of the dog will soon see me right. And you how’s it hanging? How’s the form? SSDD? Yes! I know what you mean. Anyhoo, good to talk, now it’s back to the grindstone.

Give us a call when you’re game. We’ll swing by. Till then Ciao, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye…”

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