I like to soak you in silliness whenever I get the chance.
But it’s not just you. I find myself awash with the witticisms that I find for you.
I’m immersed in it all, drenched by the overflow of what I’ve got for you, what I want to make sure you’re bathed in.
And as I leave the show every week, dripping from it all, I can only hope that you’ll still be there to towel me off enough to get to work on the archive so I can jump in again.