Mary, Joseph, Jesus and Jezza.
I get bored in work too easily.
I should have penned you a card,
It wouldn’t even of been hard.
I would have happily done the above,
and addressed it to my one true love.
With no hint of sarcastic intention,
It would read ‘Dear my record collection…’
I have even less redeeming social or physical attributes than I have fucks to give about the former half of this statement.