Black Adder – Maria Ní Mhurchú

Clown walks into theatre

An operating theatre?
A theatrical theatre?
A lecture theatre?

She walks in
Her face covered in Sudocream
In a bid, to try and heal
Her red raw skin
The poisonous reaction
To the little black pill.

Doctor is speaking
Hall full of mis-fits and half-wits and dim-wits
Ahhhhhhh yes,

Same ol’ same ol’

I’m tired of listening to rotting words
My brain eaten alive
By woodworm

And from one clown to another
I give him a standing ovation
I bow out
And head to the bar
As fast as my little legs will carry me
For an espresso
And a snake-bite [lol]

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