Shall I compare thee to a dip in May?
Thou art less icy and easy to hate:
"Rough waves do break," grinning fourth years would say,
"All life's joys, more than hearing of Wills and Kate:"
In house party the warmth of heaven shines,
For always is my glass and my head brimm'd,
With vodka, soco and Tesco's cheaper wines,
Until my fear of the North sea had dimm'd:
So dumbly happy did I make my raid,
And flinging my clothes on the East Fife coast,
Right by the bonfires where I should have stayed,
And jumping, recalled the grim party's host,
Waves of cold sobreness struck 'tween my eyes,
Now I know that fourth years do not tell lies.
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