Sunday, 2 June 2013

2462 - Tom Brown's body lies a-moulderin' in the grave

Last night put together some comedy
But found out today that there were no slots
No work's ever wasted, no tragedy
That I won't do it tonight, won't go out
Quite like the solo routine 'what I wrote'
Watched 'Tom Brown's Schooldays'- not a good version
'Come Dine With Me' from Dublin on a plate
You can't beat the accents of old Ireland
Do dey moit nat be yer sloice of gammon
At least not going out means I can see
And cringe at England playing Brazil, not
Easy even at home, but there, with Wayne
Rooney our only star, it could be three
Nil to them, or worse. They'll knock off our spots



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