Today's a day for coffee or for sleep,
Curled up by radiators or by fires.
It's not a day to have to bill and peep
About important matters and desires,
But rather to be quiet and at home,
Comforted and comfortable together.
It is a day of constant semi-gloam,
With homeward warmth re-emphasized by weather.
On such a day why should I venture out
Into the grey too-well-known world outside?
My bed should be my rock, my strong redoubt
Against the day - instead I have been pried
By stern responsibility (oh fool)
Out of my home to wend my way to school.
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