Mid Afternoon.
Not exactly Mills and Boon.
But a time when I'm busy.
And Gran's in a Tizzy.
My Brother's exams are almost over.
He's bright as a Supernova.
But he is a young lad lost.
In a world of YouTube and Skype.
He isn't a Wild Rover.
In the Bar with Friends.
Talking about Rock and Roll.
Life's hard on the Dole.
But we meet all our ends.
We talked about antics.
And talked about Music.
Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Rory Gallagher.
I've become enthusiastic.
The news makes me resentful.
About Financial Controllers.
Thomas the Bank Engine.
Made us all dolers.
Then I went to the Chippy.
Better be bright and nippy.
I had to say sorry.
For saying things in a hurry.
Now I'm back in the good books of the woman in charge.
Need to learn to think before speaking.
Can't have broth without cooks.
The Afternoon ends on a happy note.
I've had regrets in the past.
But I'm sure it won't last.
I'm singing a Rock and Roll Tune.
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