It's another Friday night And the sofa hugs my bum
There’s a glass of wine for comfort And a curry for my tum.
When the world was but my oyster And pearls lay at my feet
My young self would have horrified At this weekly ode to defeat.
But I have learnt things since That this silly girl had not
For nine 'TIL five is pretty hard When your boss don't give a jot.
So fill my glass and my mind Of simple weekend dreams
And while your up, save my feet And fetch my custard creams.