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...
