In Benny Heaven Poem by Len Webster

Down dale - a picture comes to mind
Of North Midland summers green and rolling,
Of childhood chases and skirts flicked by the breeze,
Where roving Bennies run free and manic
Through a laughing landscape of innocence
Beyond thunderous faces of vengeful primness
Masquerading as the public good,
Twisting holiday postcard humour into nuclear confrontation,
Hot air and vehement hatred a substitute for common sense,
A satisfied, self-righteous scowl obliterating boyish cheek,
Hammering heartlessly down on the best comic since Chaplin
Because no down-dale bandwagon of killjoy dreariness
Could ever keep UP WITH BENNY HILL!


(2003)