Spike:My soul is wrapped in harsh repose
Midnight descends in raven-coloured clothes
But soft. Behold! A sunlight beam
Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam
My heart expands, ‘tis grown a bulge in it
Inspired by your beauty…effulgent.
Audience: (standing ovation)Yeah! That was great, man!
Spike:Thank you. That was for Cecily. All right. This next one’s called,
“The Wanton Folly of Me Mum”.
