Look at that Caveman go (Is there life in bars?)

I know a man, who lived in a cave

A great place, held many a rave

The craic was mighty

No sign of a nightie

Locked in there, like a papal enclave


The music was loud, the place was rocking

Pissed-off neighbours, got fed up knocking

‘Play that again, mate

Hey, it’s never too late

Oh my Lord, who owns that stocking?’


This is a poem, I just had to write

About the one and only, trog-lo-dyte

With it cranked to eleven

‘YEAH, we’re in heaven’

He spun them discs, ‘til it was light!

Same Again!

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