Boredom
¶ 1
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May is here
The month of blossom and birdsong
And the end of the football season.
Staying up this time
So that’s a relief
But still it’s over.
Final tables, final Final Score
Fixture lists taken down
All loose ends tied up
Except me – I’m at a loose end
And not even a World Cup coming.
Nowhere to go on a Saturday
I mean, what do you expect me to do –
Watch cricket?
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