Robin Ince

Posted on February 23, 2023 by | Leave a comment

Since Robin Ince

won’t eat a quince,

I have to eat them for him.

It’s badly paid,

but he’ll serenade

me

for absolutely ages

(which is nice),

all in lieu of wages.

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