Up with the lark, in the dark, barking mad

When so little sleep had. Had to be done

Motored to daughter for quarter to. Dad

Does his stuff. Tough sometimes, but also fun

To Salford Quays, panto season, he’s on:

The Wizard of Oz, because, because of

The things he does. Does he, or was it one

Big trick, sick like the wicked witch? Like love?

The witch is dead, head hit by house above

Lorna Luft aloft on tufted stick, bad

To the bone. Tone and Jo moaned and booed when

She threatened Dorothy. We later drove

Down the grey asphalt road, mode of thought glad

Giving and nibbling with siblings to come