A Pesky Apache Named Wolf (Fun Poem 169) Poem by David Harris

For my very good friend Dennis Grinsted, better known
as Wolf the Apache.


Woke up late this morning,
a pesky Apache named Wolf
laced my tea with Indian fire water
which knocked me out for six.
Before I woke up in the morning
he had raced back to his reservation tepee.

He lives on a reservation somewhere in London,
near Wimbledon I hear
and likes to play with the Wombles
whenever he is not here.
You’ll find him singing Sugar Puff
in the bushes on the common.

He may think he has had the last word,
but don’t tell him Dodgy Dave the Vicar
is after him to drag him to church
to convert the pesky Apache
and get him to change his ways
and no more nobbling the vicar’s tea.





18 July 2015