Bed after the dawn of summer morning
A few hours of repair with no TV
Then crept up soon my hour of departing
For afternoon delight of comedy
And met with the help of Uber Taxi
At The Frog, queuing, waiting and shaking
They let us in the eventuality
In the end, she was already making
Her art start, I thought she was dee-jaying
And was a young girl, and was just warming
Up the room, then Louise's comedy
Could come, make our earthquake so rib-shaking
But no, Louise and her dog performing
Already, I wasn't ready, steady...
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