Constance the contortionist
on a gig up in Kircaldy*
was performing all her usual tricks
with her supple rubber body.
But halfway through proceedings,
in a flash of memory lapse,
a leg went left instead of right
and the act veered toward collapse.
One wrong move and what came next
just added to the rot,
for Constance left the stage that night
rolled up in a knot.
(*Some will know but others might not – it’s pronounced Kircaudy)