Bartholomew And Beverley Poem by Douglas Scotney

with a touch of 'Australiana'.

Sigh! Bart,
after last year not going to Woomba,
this year I didn't go to Ho.
Every day there was a low
after a high.

Instead, Lee,
to get healthy,
I stayed in the fumes of Bever.

I worked out
that as Bart means Son of Tholomew,
I could be Barc, Barcolin,

and wrote poems such as this, and

Chess Maxim
Taking a move back
to take a piece
is of a muchness with
taking one back
not to lose one.
Taking back is taking back.
Recanting is recanting.

And wondered where I won't be seen
in the year two thousand and seventeen.