DICK WHITTINGDONN                     24/09/07

And so we leave

poor Edward  Lear

and turn again to Whittingdon

That  would'st cause rny man to change

and walk  to London half deranged.

The english are so down to earth

you cannot find their date of birth,

and if they used to be a child,

't'was only on their mother mild

and cold damp seats can give you piles.

Maybe I raised a little smile.

I hope I have a larger grin,

for I've no funds inside my tin,

and Mother's on the London gin,

and I am passed to next of kin,

why ever win?

when all you know you've won

is a personalised shiny sun

I hope you've all had fun

with the ghost of me

you took me all in one

so I could haunt thee!

I will not have a sheet

over my head,

for I have bled...and bled....and bled.....