Day Seven
To punctuate a gag like our EricThe look - the hook of the brow -
And the audience go off
Like a fuse got lit
With a little tip of the spectacles
What style. What economy.
The meticulous made breezy,
Admittedly, though, we're mostly
less than Morecambe.
I've waggled my specs to many a stony silence.
I ask myself: does the rock star
Drop to his knees, throwback
The enviable shock of hair
And noodle his chops,
High up the fretboard,
On the same cue every night?
Some of us are better in the studio.
Production-heavy, pat,
And approval on the edit.
The audience applauds!
(I will tell you when the camera cuts).
The lacklustre caterpillar
May criticise the chrysalis;
For you can never miss a beat
If you don't pay the drummer.
At the wedding, we watched the groom
Berate his blushing bride
For a misstep on the dancefloor,
We solemnly pretended
They'd not been taking lessons.
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