170 is a special number to me
Lot one- seven- O
It was the number of my old auction bought flat
It had a lot going for it before
I left it all for that prat
Bought on the 3rd of December
Sold to Mr G and Miss D
Happier times I remember
For the life we'd planned to lead
Then I got confused
Bored some may say
But I ended up used
And we'd parted forever and day
I played my part
But you weren't innocent in this charade
I tried to resist with all my heart
But the time was up on this facade
You'd become so lazy
I wanted out
Things got a little hazy
Then you knocked me out
The final straw
The one that broke the donkeys back
My feelings and emotions left out raw
You didn't bat an eyelid in giving me a crack
But life has moved on
I made a choice flat or patch
Lot one seven O has been and gone
Time for this butterfly to finally hatch
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