(A true story)

I can announce to you today a scoop; you’ll hear first hand

And not subjective but with evidence – The World’s Worst Band.

And as the basis of this claim I cite a friend of mine

Who’d gone away on holiday in search of some sunshine.

But while he lay upon the beach the scallywags dropped by;

They broke into his garage and then stripped the bugger dry.

They must have known his whereabouts and hence were unpertubed

By thought of interruption and burgled undisturbed.

So when my mate returned at last he could but gape and stare;

His garage it was empty. Nada. Zilch. Completely bare.

All except…it couldn’t be. They wouldn’t. Would they? No!

For in the corner, neatly stacked, his tapes of Status Quo.