Seeing as it is actually a Friday and relaxing things are supposed to happen on Fridays, here's a poem from a while ago, which I thought up while lounging on my sofa bed like a Roman Emperor. I doubt I'll get to do this again for quite some time, so here it is: a luxurious verse from a relaxed and bygone age (about three weeks ago):
Eating Chocolate On My Own
M'eating ch'clt n m'own
Jus chmpin't away
S'lip'n down qu'nicely
In'a go ol'fshn way
Thes'no-one here to shtopme
An'no-oneshere t'shay
They can't b'leive soneon so short
couldput it all 'way.
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