Thrash out a few stones , No battery in your phone ,
Dreams of  aesthetical soft sandy beach miles from home ,
I Think of you ,
Dirty dishes heap up the already blocked sink ,
Im left to stand and think , just what id do without you ,

No money in the meter , no electricity in the house ,
No sugar in the bowl  and no cheese for the mouse ,
where are you when i need you , how long are you away ,
Can you sub us a tenner ive got my phone bill coming out today

I miss your cheeky grin , endless hours of laughter watching you prance around and sing ,
The house just isn’t the same without you ,
Ciggarette stumps erect houses in the ashtray,
12” inch pizza boxes fill the bin,
Iv been having takeaways for tea ,
Is that such a sin

But all will be well when you arrive back at home ,
The dishes will be clean and the bathroom mold free
Heating full on , i’l present you with your mug of green tea ,
Proceed up the scented petal staircase and luxuriate in tender kisses and mellowing hugs,
 early morning birds chirping  a hymn i pour Tetley tea into two mugs

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