The Friday Before Christmas (A Black Friday Poem)
Twas six nights before Christmas,
and all through the circuit,
Black Friday had come
for comedians who work it.
The gigs had been nasty
and drunken, and mean
from the office parties
and lushes turned green.
The comics did try
and plough through though they may
Nobody cared
for the words they did say.
A bad night it had been
but they'd tried to be funny
driven on by the mantra:
"just think of the money".
With the gig finally done
and the audience gone
the comics were pleased
as the show must go on.
The promoter then said
"Wasn't that a great show?!"
which the comics won't think
but will never say so.
So here's a salute
as we head into the night
Good Black Friday to all,
and to all a good fight...