He stands smiling infront of the eager audience

That had actually paid to see him perform

His mimicry, his jokes and the classic risqué songs.

He could have sold out for weeks as his talent at the time was unsurpassed

Holding them spellbound as each well-worked line was cast.

His battered bowler hat, tipped towards the ladies on purpose

And slightly covering the blood shot eye (but not the saucy grin)

That had appeared after a drunken night

In which he had forgotten the punch line