Chichester when the lights go
out and blokes can’t see
the women because of eyesight
that has been weakened by
years and years of playing
with an organ that is
way out of tune like
Hereford Brass Band who are
still struggling on with the
will to live and trying
anything that means they can
keep on blowing there own
cider out of their arses
and wish it was cheaper
than the local beer which
is neither organic nor orgasmic
but simply tastes like horse
urine that’s been fortified with
jayes fluid and a splash
of ad blue with a