My favourite comedy scene,
not Mr Faulty being mean,
no way the Norwegian blue,
no, not the bloat,
of Mr Creosote,
Pretty close so far,
Dell, leaning on the bar.
It's Harrold,
on a psychiatrists bed,
Shit on his wellies,
In anguish and pain.
The psychiatrist asking
"did your mother have a large bosom?"
Harold, (for a second) considers the question,
then, looking perplexed,
"What's the size of my mum's Bristol's got to do with anything?"