The Love Song of Jim Davidson


Let us go then, you and I,
When the audience is spread out against the sky
Like Jim Davidson etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted venues,
The muttering mock Jamaican accents
Of Jim Davidson in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with wheelchair access:
Jokes that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious Jim
To lead you to an overwhelming Davidson…
Oh, do not ask, “Jim Davidson?”
Let us go and put the telly on.

In the room the women come undone
Talking of Jim Davidson.


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