Hello, I'm back again, back home, that is
From the fortnightly gig at the King's Arms
Which can be abbreviated to TWCNIS
The Worst Comedy Night in Salford, harms
All good taste, or at least it does if I'm
There, which I usually am, and was tonight
It was a good one, talk of fire alarms
And shit, so it must be good, or it's shite
Got to be quick with this entry, or might
Be tired at work tomorrow, for business
Comes first, right? Does it fuck. Except on farms
Where cows must be milked early, grab their tits
And squeeze for all you're worth, grab hold and squeeze
But I'm no farmer, nor writer of psalms
Tue 27 August
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