Sunday, 1 July 2012


A poem performed today, for the very fist time, at the Watford Dialup, Watford Palace Theatre, by Martin.


I wandered lonely as a cloud,
But of my socks I was not proud,
For to me it seemed absurd,
To wash my feet for Thora Hird.

She asked, she begged, I would not budge,
Between my toes was chocolate fudge,
The treat I'd had at half past three,
Was more than just a memory.

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