FOR BOB KINDERED. (20.1.93)

 

The one and only time

Bob went to anything direct

It was to his own death.

 

He climbed

He slipped

And that was it.

 

But being Bob,

He won’t have got there yet.

He’ll have changed his mind

And taken

One of those famous Bob 'short cuts'

Via Inverness

Through Timbuctoo

And Cloud nine

 

And probably

The drive shaft will have gone

On that classic

Guardian angel's cart,

But being Bob

He'd know

Some bloke,

Some place,

Who was bound to have the parts.

 

And it would go on his list,

And he would probably,

Definitely,

Get around to fixing it

One day.

 

But you know how it is

Being Bob,

He had to say goodbyes

To a few thousand people

On the way.

 

 


 

 

 

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