That end of year tiredness is creeping up on me

( sing the first line, you know that you know the tune )

and suddenly Sylvester and Tweety Pie come to mind,
Gwanny's lined the baking tray with aluminium foil
potato's in the pan and they're coming to the boil
there are carrots and lots of Broccoli
( not for me, they give me wind )

and the turkey comes out
( no, not that out )
of the oven
and Tweety says,
hey please wait for me
'cause he's polite you see

where's the gravy gone?
said Sylvester the unlucky Tom
oh
none for you you nawty cat
you ain't having none of that.

funny init
this was going to be a serious piece
about something
and it turned into a frivolous piece
about something else

thank you
Isadore 'Friz' Freleng

Work, rest because one must, and work, unjust or not if you want a *** to **** in you've got to give in to the man.

Play's so passe anyway
who needs joy and fun
when one
can be miserable and glum?

they won't pay for a holiday
so I went on a
'go slow'
the ******* never even
noticed.

It was a normal day
or so they say.

Here we are on the far side
going up the ladder
only to slide down the snake
and getting nowhere.

was it fun for you?

more
there's always more
ask Oliver,

see how Dickens snook in with Slim Pickens looking
for an easy way to say get off the stage or the page.

I need coffee.

woke up again.

Oh jeez, next year a quarter of this century will be gone and what did you spend your quarter on?

Tomorrow,
yes, tomorrow it's back to the grind,
but I don't mind
I mean what else would I do?

Yeah I know
I could be on the beach
in Acapulco
or calypsoing in
the Caribbean

( seems that calypsoing isn't a proper word
I'm going to keep it anyway )

Yeahhhhh it's Monday,
hey!
don't shoot the messenger.

Whatever planet you're living on
the day will go on and some will go off
on their travels.

I'm going out to the kitchen
pitching in with the washing up
and making another cup
of coffee.

Well
I think it's collective engineering
when all I can do is see her in
is what
I want to see her in,