I'm writing this before I step on out
For comedy rehearsals, Friday night
Possibly drinks afterwards with Dermot
I've yet to eat my tea and have a shite
So 'scuse me if I rush this little write
I might get in late. Tomorrow it's wet
For shopping with Nancy, but then it's bright
Again on Sunday. Hope that Josie gets
Well in time for my visit then. Her text
Said she had tonsillitis. Her poor mouth!
I hope she can swallow and she can bite
My poor ill little daughter, my poor pet
And now I'll finish off and fill my plate
Then comedy that's not always polite
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