Old Fred
Waiting for the grey matter, for that great
inspiration
For the red-sealed stamp of accreditation
Come on head!
Remember old Fred
Stiff in his bead
Is he really dead?
Or, meditating..
A Scot of the seas, bowlegged and both knees, capped
Collector of keys, keeper of bees, his addled mind,
sapped
A sailor boy
Singing with joy
No longer here
One last pint of beer
He
crapped...Cheers !
Just pissing about, 20 October 2011
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