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In the merry, merry month of May,

I went to the club with four weeks' pay.

And shouted the bar for drinks all round,

Whilst wandering between slots I was found.



It was not actually the money from my work,

That saw me there for three hours of perks,

But the winnings from a lottery draw,

That excited me such and begged for more.



I drank quite steadily until supidity overrode,

In attempts to get into gear with a bloke I never saw,

Again, my errant ways let me fall in a heap,

Should there be another time my silence I shall keep.



(c)R.H.Elliott 2004