when one day
when one day they say of me
he has gone and died he has
suddenly oh so suddenly
and they say of me he was
a miserable git
a waste of space
so glad he’s gone that’s it that’s it
no more this stage he’ll grace
never liked the chap at all
talked like he owned the place
of all the ones who deserved to fall
he deserved to lose the race
he’ll not be missed
he had all his life behind him
had a good innings they hissed
jim the swim they called him
now he’s drowned under
disapprobation
all memories disowned
at this his final station
goodbye they cheered
take all your pebble poems
black and white and salt veneered
and stick them up your …
cough cough ~ ahem ~ ahem
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