JK will not be there tonight,
To lend a listening ear.
She'll be eating Medievally,
With Mal the Musketeer.

Dear Jane my feet survived the walk,
Across the bed of fire.
And now to collect the cash you owe,
Is my sad lifes desire.
We'll miss you both at Faldingworth,
But we'll have the usual night.
The company, the music fine,
And some will get drunk or tight!