With the wide mouth of a great poet we say:
"Morecambe and Wise" and "More Cheese?"
It's Christmas Day
The years failings will make us cry
We remember godfull or Godless to take stock.
-more or less palatable-
Nick takes Van to desert island
in camper-Van among the rolling hills
as we go from market town to market town
stepping lightly in homage to the giants of word and song
who did not stint
And we look up and we remember
very few things
from which to make a litany
or obituary.
At 11 there will be no common message
Popes, Queens and Cardinals do not speak together
over our internet connections...
Whether good, bad, Flaherty or German Byte -
We will not know
'til his littany written, he, wrapping his last
(and billious as a snake after a rat)
ascends to mince pie heaven
and Boxing Day
The football....
All's well in England
1 comment:
Frankly, Mr. Shankly...
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