April 2, 2014

 

 

and in his finest hour he wept

tears of relief as night-time crept

upon him like a mighty cloak;

that man of men, that solid bloke.

 

and far off in the distance rang

a fairground, as if angels sang.

His eyes lit up when he heard those folk;

that man of men, that solid bloke.

 

Though the smile about to leave his face

and be replaced by opium’s grace.

Oh, how he’d loved to laugh and joke;

That man of men, that solid bloke.

 

By him, a card with which he was smitten

‘a man of integrity’ on it, staff had written.

He stared with pride each time he awoke

that man of men, that solid bloke.

 

and with music in the background playing

he left this world from where he was laying.

How he’d loved an egg with a runny yolk;

that man of men, that solid bloke.

 

 

 

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