Granville, sat with his anvil,
at the back of the orchestra pit,
waiting for his moment,
the time when his chime would fit.
Granville, sat with his anvil,
at the back of the orchestra pit,
waiting for his moment,
the time when his chime would fit.
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The sardonic triangle player in the orchestra stood on one leg, held an outstretched arm aloft, and gave a wry ting on his instrument – for he had recently been on a creative wry ting course.
When J Cooper-Clarke Reluctantly got a Puppy for Christmas
NB Please read this in your best J C-C accent for best effect
Steaming hot or frozen cold
I pick up his poop when I am told
But, bugger this for a lark
I’m famous me, I’m John Cooper-Clarke.