Next One, Please!

by grimbeau

brucebairnsfather04

Out of my brain at

Five fifteen

The dreaded words slide

Out:

‘Why not stick on the

Downton Abbey Finale?’

As soon

As they slipped from my mouth

A mighty echo

Expanded to explosion

And with a drawl portended

‘Surely, this Soap was

the

Soap

Of God’

End

Of Empire

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