A lot of rubbish too (two....)

Ron Dietvorst

Don't know why
don't know how
I now here lie
beside the codfishpie
maybe the blue tea
was in fact
a bit too much of
that lovely G&T
and on that gloomy
graveyard the raven
spoke a series of
nursery rhymes
I consered
rather doomy
after I dozed off
in a gastly dream of
sheep intestines
meant to be cooked
to a lovely haggis by
Captain Crooked
cause he heard
it through the
red vineyard
that Colonel Seamus Bird
didn't like champagne at all.