Friday Afternoon
The fan is giving me a tempo,
My bladder's at the top,
The clock is counting down the seconds,
Until this agony can stop.
I can't leave just at the moment,
What will they think of me?
If the principal leaves before the kids,
It's not even three!
But Friday is at its completion,
A good week's work I reckon,
I can taste the bourbon waiting,
As the weekend begins to beckon.
I know I should stay longer,
I know I'm getting slack,
I think I'll create a diversion,
And sneak out 'round the back.
Cheers
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(Japanese saying)
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