The Ballad of Archibald Sideways
The Ballad of Archibald Sideways
Archibald Sideways was second to none
(Heigh ho & a barrel of figs)
His father was Greek and his mother a Hun
Who abandoned their child for a life in the sun
(Their notion of fun was carousing and jigs)
Heigh ho & a surfeit of pigs
Archie was raised by a strict maiden niece
(Heigh ho & a bash on the head)
She cuffed him twice nightly and called the police
To caution young Archie for breach of the peace
(They warned him, "My boy, you will never be wed!")
Heigh ho & a frog in the bed
Achibald Sideways was haunted by fears
(Heigh ho & abandon all hope)
That he'd always be taller than most of his peers
Who'd scorn his huge nose and his oversize ears
(Which surely would make him a very fine Pope!)
Heave-ho on the end of the rope
But Archibald Sideways was stronger than death
(Heigh ho, the wolf at the door)
And kept it at bay with his stout shibboleth
And whispered it loud on his guttering breath
(Which smelt like the dung of an ill-tempered boar)
Heigh ho, you're getting no more.
All right, if you must, I'll continue the tale
(Heigh ho, never at rest)
Archie's best friend was an old canvas pail
He finally kicked it, while reading in gaol
(Which just goes to show that it's all for the best)
Heigh ho ...
... the last line's the best!
Contributors: | TG, P, Roland, p, Bop. |
Poem finished: | 20th March 1999. |