One more afore ye go

ONE MORE AFORE YE GO

There was an old comic from Bruges Who’d played at the famed Moulin Rouge He was good at his craft and the audience laughed With no need for a stool or a stooge

There was a hitch-hiker from Bute Who took to the roads in a suit He got lots of lifts and many nice gifts That dapper young drifter from Bute

There was an old gambler from Maine Hit the jackpot again and again and again and again and again and again And again and again and again!

There was an old man and the Sea As boring a book as can be What Hemingway wrote ‘bout a man and his boat And some sharks who liked marlin for tea

There was an old man from the Scillys Who had quite a thing about Willis He loved his old Jeep, that could climb hills so steep And that is how he got his jollies!

During the colating of this book I have lost too many friends and aquaintances. It was a time of loss but I want remember them here.

Harold Tweddle, Diane Vestey, Vaughan Oliver, Omar Orihuela, Tom Donnelly.

The owl is a very special bird Seldom seen, never heard As it passes above in silent flight Foresaking the day but taking the night.