a sunny eve with keith, watch the crops blaze

dump, no whiff of a gap, sewer works (the job pays)

i dispel return to indefinite limbo

doing surveys shirtless on the deckchair, a himbo

you know i cried every day for a year after i left

and 17 months on my life’s still a mess

weirdly, this same pun was in private eye the other week, but done much better. they had ‘water treatment works’ – with the punchline ‘well why aren’t they doing it?’