Listening to the Grateful Dead

Er, th ... two poems, next ladies and gentlemen about er, popular music of one sort or another.
The first of them is called Listening to the Grateful Dead.

I listen to the Grateful Dead
Lying side by side with Fred
We do not touch
We do not speak
We do it several times a week

Sometimes we lie on the bed
And sometimes on the floor instead
We do not hum
That's not allowed
Though sometimes we invite a crowd

We take with us a loaf of bread
To ensure we are both well fed
It's said that people spend their time
In different ways
Well this is mine

I listen to the Grateful Dead
In London, Stroud and Maidenhead
I'm very pleased to have a hobby
I learnt it from Fred's brother Bobby