I used to play in a punk band

We called ourselves

Lucky Numbers

After the lead vocalist

Who I fancied rotten

During one of our gigs

I found out that she was obsessed

With the poetry of Tom Eliot

So I pretended to be an expert

And managed to get her into bed

But she soon saw through me

Which caused problems

Within the band

The irony is that we now good friends

And live in the same small town in Sussex