DON’T CALL ME HAROLD

A pause purloined from Pinter
Can never go amiss
Especially when I’m lost for words
As is the case on a day like this
You see
I’m having an identity crisis
In fact I’m in a bit of a jam
But in Sidcup I’m told there are papers
That will tell me who I am

 

 

 

Harry Lupino who is often mistakenly spoken to as Harold


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