Spike Milligan

(16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002 / Ahmednagar)

Maveric - Poem by Spike Milligan

Maveric Prowles
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
And gave the folks a fright.
The doctor called;
He was appalled
When through his stethoscope
He heard the sound of a baying hound,
And the acrid smell of smoke.
Was there a cure?
'The higher the fewer'
The learned doctor said,
Then turned poor Maveric inside out
And stood him on his head.
'Just as I though
You've been and caught
An Asiatic flu -
You musn't go near dogs I fear
Unless they come near you.'
Poor Maveric cried.
He went cross-eyed,
His legs went green and blue.
The doctor hit him with a club
And charged him one and two.
And so my friend
This is the end,
A warning to the few:
Stay clear of doctors to the end
Or they'll get rid of you.


Comments about Maveric by Spike Milligan

  • (10/22/2019 5:01:00 PM)

    Thats so kind of you. I wanted the book that had that and various lovely poems. like poor old Granny etc
    My children had that book 55 years ago and I thought I would like to find it again.
    Really appreciate Maveric anyway. Very best wishes Theodora Straker.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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