Anderson Swellow Poem by Frederick McGettrick

Anderson Swellow
is an interesting fellow
and a very strange one indeed.

and though he attempted,
everyone contempted
the sight of his jacket of tweed.

Try as he might,
he was rather trite
and no one would salute him.

So over the years
his only companions were beers
which slowly began to pollute him.

He spent all his pay
in a frivolous way
and soon he had none of it left.

The whole of his jacket
had holes like a racket
and for this he was bereft.

With the progress of fate
he became quite irate
and sought to avenge all his wrongs.

So he ran through the village,
threat'ning to pillage
when he heard some distinctive bongs.

He averted to the source
with impressive force
and found that it came from the steeple.

He went on inside
and began to reside
and is now one of God's people.