Last Days of Panto
Christmas Day and New Year has been and gone but, the false enthusiasm is still here,
With the pan stick you plough on, because it's your duty to instill cheer,
It's just that time of year, except it's the 8th of Jan, the presents have been unwrapped, carols have been sung and the roasting tin packed away.
John Thompson nurtures his whisky hangover in the Green Room gloom,
And wonders does he have any panto left in him?
'No' is the emphatic answer until panto spends are done and then, by May, he says what the heck, maybe it'll be OK.