It's the last night at 'Gigs' - it's closing down
Upstairs from Butterflies, up in Bolton
The scene of many fumbling tries at sound
As well as poems which could come undone
This place is shutting down, these nights are gone
Like summer with its heavy banks of cloud
Today as autumn starts, we got the sun
I predicted the change - of that I'm proud
Tonight I did my Amy song - the crowd
Liked it, I think, though Jeff Dawson, the clown
Disparaged this classic! Fingers and thumbs
Admittedly misbehaved, but that's rude
He winds me up each time, but it's in fun
I hope. He's no great shakes. Still I go on...
Thur 1 Sep 2011
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