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This ain't a poem or nuffink like that

It's sumffink I'm ffinking sat here in me chair

It's not real levver, it's falling apart

But it's comfy, I like it, it's goin nowhere.

This is my ffink wot I've ffunked most today:

"I'm sat here all sad and it's doin no good,

Me hair's gone all flat and me face has gone grey,

Cos anuvver week's passed in a dumbfounded mood,

I've gone to me work and I've done ffings, I spose,

But nuffink seems all that important no more."

It ain't all that much to report, mate, I know,

But that's wot I ffinked since I ffunk stuff before:

Imagine one day I might squeeze out a laff,

All I can do is look fforward to that.