Killing Time

I’m sat here on the sofa doing nothing, just killing time

Even thought about writing a silly little rhyme

I put my pen to paper then put it down again

Couldn’t muster any enthusiasm so I counted up to 10

I thought I’d pour myself a drink, a cold one made with ice

An orange juice, a splash of vodka and a little slice

I gulped the thing down in one which made me quite light headed 

A mixture of booze and sun and I soon felt a little shredded. 

I’m now sat on the sofa doing nothing but killing time

Wishing I was more active and not just craving wine. 


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