In the heart of Notts, where the streets ain't polite, Woke up feeling battered, like a pub brawl fight. Sun's gone missing, like a sneaky thief, Leaving me feeling grumpy, beyond belief. Boss on my case, like a clingy ex, Work piling up, like a Jenga hex. Bus crawling along, like a sleepy sloth, Leaving me stranded, feeling wroth.