NB: In Memoriam
The blackest of shields by the light of the moon
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
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,
Let us honour his name with a new National Park.
|P, Roland, TG.
|9th March 2006 by Roland.