A poem for National Poetry Day 2018
Ode to Fred
Our friend Fred fell from his fifty foot yacht,
Could he swim?
Not a lot.
He was met with a wet wall of silence,
Onlookers gasped, the atmosphere intense.
His body failed to reappear,
Poor Fred had imbibed too much beer.
His hangover will last for eternity
Wife, Carol, wailed ‘he could have switched to tea!’
Last week we buried Fred,
We had to ‘cos he was dead,
Atoms to atoms,
Dust to dust,
Fred’s now returned to the earth’s crust.
To all good people who sail in ships,
It pays you to switch to PG Tips!
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