Summer, morning.

We are bad with our cats,
in London,
I know it,
they just said it in the news,
and some say boo,
nothing compares 2 u,
alright mate,
you are losing faith,
step into the light,
and you may might
become the one person
that you were always meant to be,
between you an me,
you know,
arrows and bow, bow and ties
nobody dies on my shift,
step into the light
and you may might
just be yourself.
Elf on the shelf.