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Lazy.
It is Sunday morning,
you have just laid the wife,
but you will be buggered
if you will lay the new patio.
That means a trip to B and Q.
Sod that,
so you turn over.
An elbow hits your ribs
along with a request.
"No" you mumble.
"Go get your own tissue."
Lazy cow.
Like it Ned. I think we may have much in common.
Have a good one, whatever it is!
John R-B