If the day was grilling it’s a barbeque night
Are you sure of barbeque on a fry day night ?
The February rains, should be a rainy night,
But a western state ruled, a dry day night
So in this parched land, the gist of the tale
Is that put in all you like to get a mocktail
So relax in the lawn and sit in the grass
But why just sit, when you can fire up the grass?
Used to go out, to wine and dine
In a dry state but, you whine and dine
Yes you followed the rules, and you followed the line
But you sniffed it up, the powdered line
It’s end of the year and a particular slot
The freedom of Friday all comes to a naught
Now it’s a six day week, it’s a Saturday mate
The Friday freedom comes a day too late.
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