T'was a summer of leaning that's long since passed
T'was an idea to create this blog, but then I couldn't be arsed.
So I left it to it's own devices to linger in the past.
Too busy sun bathing, in sunny Belfast..
Part of me wishes that I'd remembered to lean
To savour those moments both pure and clean
Like crystal white powder, from a secret location
Leaning my heart out, like deep meditation.
But alas the lean was like any old trend
Every dog has it's day, and each day must end
But what will come next for these leaning cool cats?
Giant wool sweaters and looking like twats?
I guess fate will decide, what we shall do next
It's not as if leaning was better than sex
perhaps these two passed times could be combined?
I'm sure it's been done though... and from behind.
