Well, It's Come to This...
I haven't the sluggiest what to write,
And to top it all I've been up all night.
My eyes feel heavy, my throwing arm aches,
I feel like baking lots of slug-filled cakes.
So what is the answer, give me a clue
If you do not I won't know what to do.
Least my books keep me busy,
Though I'm starting to feel very dizzy.
I need a lie down to rest my mind,
Which I'll do now and... (loud snoring).
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.