A, B, C for comedy, I think I said it once to Mr. Jack Dee, But 'e forgot, gee it's getting hot; you see the pressures on me. But I, J.K. Rowling am not, 'Ell bent on becoming the next Eminem, I'm not; Oh no! M and N, I forgot.
Oh I'll ask Bob, Bob can I have a ***? Q, you ****, said Bob Holness to me. They should have bleeped it out; yes more tea please, Said I to you, the V.W. driving tease. She soon became my ex, don't ask me why. I've got to go now, so say goodbye. I've got to catch some Zās.