Carry on Tom Middleton - Kitsch and Classic Go Abedding.
The treachery of his tongue
beings upon the head of the knave
a smack which methinks emblematic
by deuce, this slave divorced from status
and pride, made his Mistress bedlamite
braying and wanton, the moisture of
dreams grows venomous to the heart
caught in a tryst, and with trust broken,
he falls back upon his lowly position
I was only making the bed, which he lies upon,
the grave error of his nature
is left to hang and dry, and there drips a tale,
to pore through with magnifying glass
exposing the borrowing from the Devil and
Benny Hill, now we can safely run round the
tragedy of the "You rung?"
m'lud
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