Memoirs Of An Old Man, The Laughing Version Poem by Wayne Riley

‘I rant until i tattle.'
An old man said to me.
With boulders brass in battle
For Country, Queen and sea.

Lest not aghast a fattie,
Good heavens or abode.
We cannot simper- EVER!
For mighty frog or toad.

My clumbus, brood and brattice
Have left and faded dim,
Yet i shall stay with Stumpy
For clopper, clop and Jim.

Discounting Morris Upskate,
A ginger by default.
He keeps us musing nicely
For peace and calm revolt.

Take up thy stripy cornflake
And all who sail within,
And use the little peabus
For losing, draw or win.

And with a hanson blackie,
We clubber what we sow,
Go barphing like a windmill,
For friends we do not know.