Sod's Joke

Three months've passed
And Bookfinders's back,
At very long last
I get another crack.
I rehearse my set
That's perfectly selected,
It'll be the best yet
Expertly directed.
I bring my girl Joanne
And 12 bottles of Corona.
I'll show her I'm a man
With a poetic persona.
I get up to read with
A joke about the toilet,
I say I need to pee
Not thinking this'll spoil it
But Jane the MC
Grabs from me the mic
So I stand there stupidly
Then slink off to the right.
I slide my way upstairs
Thinking I'll be quick
And then be prepared
To unleash my super skit
But I goto wash my hands
In Bookie's tiny sink,
What happened next wasn't planned.
I didn't even think.
I turn on the tap too much,
Water splashing out the dish
Directly at my crotch
And looking just like pish.
I slide back down the stairs
Heading straight to my table,
Now completely unprepared
As me bladder looks unstable.
No way now that I can read
Me trousers leg is soaked
And I told'em all I needed to pee,
Sod's switched from law to jokes.

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