I dreamt I’ve made me one big dish
Of lettuce, nicely cut
But up I woke, and GOD I wish
In bed I stayed to rot

On crowded roads of crashing hell
I travelled all the way
And one big mess I skipped, I tell
As Aimen saved my day

One private road, one sneaky turn
through Sporty roundabout
Shall save your nerves from a certain burn
And hope from a bad blackout

Well, now I guess I said enough
For now it’s time to work
We’ll meet at lunch, though times are tough
With a dish, spoon, knife & fork  

H.Q.
Wed@11:33
10^th March 2010