The Melancholy After Dinner Blues
Got the melancholy after dinner blues,
Gonna hang me by the laces of my shoes,
Sure my hunger is arrested,
Now my sausages digested,
But there’s work to do and I just wanna snooze.
Composed one day in the maths block after a particularly fine lunch, maybe i ought to give it a tune.
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