Poor Old Captain Tom: (February 2nd,2021) Poem by DM W

Poor old Captain Tom
He was with us yesterday,
Now he's dead and gone.
He caught the coronavirus.
Poor, old Captain Tom:
Will there ever be one such
As him: one who walked
Up and down and up and down
His family home;
Raising millions of pounds
For the cash-strapped N.H.S?
Poor old Captain Tom:
You were a most useful tool.
You saved BoJo and
His inept government from
A damned good hiding!
Poor old Captain Tom:
Mighty military man.
You were duty bound
In heart and soul; so noble
To the end, apart
From one final holiday.
Yet you so deserved
Those joyous days under a
Blazing sun. Why not?
It's freezing here in winter!