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No Chance For Me
Weekends gone and work it beckons
Like the film in 60 seconds
Wife is making packed up lunches
Son's upstairs he's doing crunches
Daughter's holed up in her room
itunes blaring favourite tune
God her ears they must be ringing
Mine are from her bloody singing
Cat has gone to walk it's round
And see what food is to be found
Dog is curled up on the mat
He's missed his stroll the lazy twat
Wife sits down with glass of red
And magazine she's mostly read
Reflecting on her tiring day
And wonders where's her Mr Grey
While I am sat just contemplating
Why this life i've started hating
Dreary dull and without spice
A life long shift that's not so nice.
Dare i dream of far off places
Different scenes and different faces
Not a chance I have to say
There's no such thing as Mrs Grey.
poem
by
Dave James
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