A late delivery of yesterday's verse
So sorry, but it slipped my mind again
Not drunk, didn't go out, no real excuse
For letting this duty slip from my brain
So what happened yesterday? Let me strain
My mind. Oh yes, the main achievement was
Thinking of punchlines, hope it's not in vain
Punchlines for mine and Dermot's sketch, because
The aim's to 'make 'em laugh' without much pause
And not to make them stare, all tense and terse
I sent the lines to Dermot, then restrained
End to the evening. High society whores
Flocked to Rasputin's side, so the book says
Or implies. The tale draws towards its end...
About Thur 7 August
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