After work I tried to sleep, succeeded
In getting maybe ten minutes but that
Seemed to work, and I then got up, rehearsed
My stuff, then carried my guitar, soon ought
To find it easier, guitar-lele, light
And small. As regards tonight, it was fun
A knobhead tried to spoil it, but it's not
Gonna happen, I carried on and un-
deterred, I finished my set, though was trun-
cated on the Bowie cremation deed
Had recourse to my joke book which was shite
But still ok. One liners dredged from some
Previous year, finished the night as I did
Rescued it from the clutches of a twat
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