MATT CASE

When I am Famous, My Name in Lights,

That old camp comedian on Saturday Nights.
Signing Autographs for the masses
Champagne hangover, drunk as a Lord.
At the Palladium all week, treading the boards.
When I am famous, Sitting with Parky,
Reviewing my life and weeks malarkey.
When I am famous, Ill remember my mates,
One in particular, Matthew Paul Case.
From that place, I cant remember,
In Hampshire, I believe.
Possibly called Meonstoke, or Alverstoke, I tease;
Now I remember its Basingstoke Quays.
That house with his parents, the one with no trees.
The kindest of people, youll ever likely to meet.
Cheerful disposition, Deformed feet.
Tony Blair smile,
Too Many Teeth,
Tory Boy leanings,
Scrubs up wellso neat!
When I am famous, or possibly not,
Ill remember Matt Case,
How I said he was hot!
Ill remember the cander, banter and gossip,
The laugh, the humour, the endearing antics.
So thank you Matt Case, for being a friend,
Helping me see a more positive trend.
Realising that all, are not like the few,
There are decent people out there,
JUST LIKE YOU !