NB: In Memoriam
The blackest of shields by the light of the moon
In eclipse
The man with the metaphor kept in a spoon
Cashed his chips
And capered about like an ill-behaved loon
His exit was sudden; his echoing laugh
Will be missed
His woebegone hat and his mischievous scarf
Will persist
The mark of a man who did nothing by half
His musical talents, his frightening bark
Can't be gone;
"A battle once fought, " he was heard to remark,
"Lingers on"
Let us honour his name with a new National Park.
| Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 9th March 2006 by Roland. |