do you want for company . .

 in the dying light of day
and when the lights all dusky musk
i,m uk all day all the way
but who dares win,s were all grinning in sin
these,s all mouldy cups and some rank pots in sinks
as we all know he,ll score (just a few noughts)
when it,s time for a rhymes and
this evenings night thoughts
and it,s . . . "christopher cretin thinks"