October 23rd, 2011

Gin time

On alcohol and sordid pleasure bent

Poem About Meaningless Social Milestones That Fortunately Involve Cake

Well, it's now officially October 23rd so that means that I'm now officially forty.
Despite this dauntingly high number, I still feel remarkably immature and naughty.
I have been out drinking and eating copiously with friends this evening, which was delightful
And thus I have not seen this week's Merlin yet, let alone written a review of it. How frightful.
Rest assured that in the not-too-distant future I will make up for this omission;
It may take a day or two, but it's never a chore to stare at the shapely chums of a magician.
However, since it's late and I'm also going out for lunch tomorrow, I must now go to bed and slumber-snatch
While I await the imminent delivery of Benedict Cumberbatch
Because, since you're such a thoughtful bunch, I'm sure that one of you MUST have bought him for me
And on that delightful if overoptimistic thought, I shall end this poetic symphony...