Everyone was laughing,
I could see.
Everyone, that is, except me.
I was on a roll, out to troll
the good folk of Glasgow.
With a poker face
and practiced lack of grace
I let insults race
at a furious pace.
Aimed at the centre of the second row.
Up on stage,
that bright white-light cage
Self-deprecating rage
from an unscripted, unseen page
spill out, as the chuckles grow.
Joke after joke
I continued to poke
fires stoked as I spoke.
Through irreverence, all barriers broke
and they wanted more, much more.
They lapped it all
and clapped at my gall
till my patter palled.
The applause in the hall
brought the house down, stood the audience up.
My one-night stand-up in your town,
I don’t laugh, I’m your modern-day clown.