(for Jack Worthing.)
I hope
there's a special place in Heaven
for the really good.
I bet it
takes
ages to get there.
And you have to mind the gate
as its come off it's hinges
(But probably you'll have some string.)
I bet you can't even see the path!
what with the thistles
and the poppies
and all that long lazy grass
waving in the wind...
But you'll get there...
And you'll have
a good old
natter
with
the angels.
And perhaps, after a few hundred years,
you'll stand up,
put your hands on your hips
and ask
Do they need
any help
with that hedging..?