Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Winter Nights

  Here come the dark nights

And try as I might 

Can't summon up the energy for a walk 

Darcy's lying on the couch 

With her dad, grumpy grouch 

And thinking 'if only I could talk'

She'd say "doesn't matter 

We'll spend the winter getting fatter 

And we don't care if you mock"

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