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Heard a joke on The Goon Show on BBC 4 Extra, later that evening I managed to incorporate it into a poem, I make no apologies.

Shit Joke in Poetry Form

In an attempt to let down my hair

I wandered down to the local fair

Walking around with menacing intent

I entered into the nearest tent

A psychic there, adorned with rings

Said she could tell me anything

Futures told, palms read

Messages brought back from the dead

Just cross her palms with a bit of gold

A jovial lass if truth be told

A happy mood, I just couldn’t condone

I gave her a slap, she let out a moan

The judge asked me to explain what I’d done

I replied that I liked to strike a happy medium

I laughed so much that I started to choke

He gave me community service for the assault, life imprisonment for the joke