Captain Peacock's Pied-à-Terre

 

 

We forswore all-night doof

and bopped to Musical Youth

at Molly Sugden's pumping discothèque.

 

The morning SodaStreamed in.

 

Mein host gave me toast

at the Peter Andre breakfast bar.

He looked perfectly relaxed

in his Moira Stuart dressing gown

and Nicholas Witchell slippers.

 

He asked if I had passed a pleasant nuit

dans "le suite de Dean Gaffney"

but alas I had not:

Wellard had started barking in the early hours

and, try as I might,

I could not get back off,

neath the heavy tog Hilary Devey.

 

 

 

B.R. 13/04/2014