Seize the Weekend
So I turned 26 on Saturday, well and truely past the quarter century. Despite being slightly pissed off at how shit I threw in the afternoon, it was quickly forgotten and got home in time to have a good night out. Now I need to get my arse in gear for the British Open, I feel plenty better even since Saturday so lets hope this is the end of a long dark tunnel I've been in.
Just for Andy, who thinks my poems are crap, this one's for you.
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Tomato ketchup stain on the van's interior.
We don't need photos to remember.
They would only make us feel inferior.
At the site of our beleaguered demeanour.
Chat to a girl or two.
Try to dance with a few.
Exchange names then go,
to let booze continue to flow.
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