25/05/2025
LOOK-A-LIKE NIGHT AT THE FOX AND HOUNDS (An original poem by RCC.)
Everybody's welcome
And you could win twenty pounds
Free to enter, right by the Arndale Centre
It's 'Look-A-Like Night' at the Fox and Hounds.
There's Meghan Markle without the sparkle
A Mick Jagger without the swagger
And an even thicker-eyebrowed
More Neanderthal Liam Gallagher.
There's a s**t Brad Pitt
A more sinister Edward Heath
And a taller Freddie Mercury
With even bigger teeth.
There's some pock-marked older feller
I didn't catch his name
But I think was Sir Alan Sugar
Or possibly Sid James.
There's two delusional lasses
As Marilyn Monroe and Jackie Onassis
And a drag queen Greta Garbo
Who looked more like Gary Barlow.
There's a man who'd come up from Pinner
Who said he was Michael Winner
And though younger and slightly thinner
Could still put you off your dinner.
There's the fat bloke out of The Office
Who even brought his own scotch egg
A bandy-legged Chuck Norris
And a knock-knee-ed Georgie Best.
There's some total looney
Who said he was George Clooney
But looked more like Worzel Gummidge
As played by Jon Pertwee.
There's a cross-eyed Johnny Rotten
A Turkish Johnny Mathis
And a train-wreck Johnny Depp
With sebhorrheic dermatitis.
There's an Elton John gone wrong
A truly shocking Amy Winehouse
And a more porridgey Peter Docherty
Who looked like he fell out of a treehouse.
There's a Temu Tammy Wynette
A Hull hostel Paris Hilton
And an older, fat brunette
Flat-chested Dolly Parton.
There's a very poor man's Posh Spice
Who looked like she lived on rations
A cut-price Katie Price
And a fourth rate, council estate, car crash Kim Kardashian.
There's some dodgy geezer
As the singer out of Weezer
But I'm sure I recognised
As someone who once came to mend my freezer
But despite failing to fix it
And looking nothing like the guy
The loser somehow managed
To win the runner-up prize
But him winning the meat platter
Is not what really matters
'The real question' I hear you asking
'Is who won the twenty smackers?'
So I'll tell you who it was
Seeing as you ask
It was only some c**t
Come as me, John Cooper Clarke!
If that weren't bad enough
This upstart Cooper Clarke
Then did a poem in my style
Or what he called a 'hommage'
Which took a lot of nerve
And actual audacity
Given his lack of verbal skills
And mental incapacity.
Not to mention the fact
The useless wannabe
Looked more like a fatter, crapper, less dapper Robert Plant
If you fu***ng ask me.