Comedy Club
A laugh a bleeding minute,
Comes rolling off thy tongue.
In folly or in jest,
I know not which, not when.
My mind has seen,
Your wit has laid down.
The doors thrust right open,
Where the crowd parade at will.
Temptation to hold the snigger,
Leaves me folding at the bar.
Everywhere the raucous laughter,
Comes barrelling near and far.
Eleven minutes pass so fly,
I trip upon the step again.
Fall flying into custard pools,
That cause mayhem, do you Ken ?
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