Sir Terry Poem by Angela Wybrow

Sir Terry was a legend of our lifetime;
He was warm and witty, generous and kind.
When he passed away, his fans they shed tears,
As he had felt like their friend for many a year.

The distinctive tones of this Irish-born son,
Were first heard on the airwaves of Radio One.
As the popularity of this great man grew,
He was given his own show on Radio Two.

Sir Terry was loved by everybody he knew,
And also by the stars who he interviewed.
His shows were unscripted: he just improvised -
Sharing his wit and the world through his eyes.

On many a morning his cheery dulcet tones,
Filled the interiors of our nation's homes.
We woke up with Wogan on many a morning,
Still in our pyjamas, stretching and yawning.

Life for Terry was never ever a race,
And he often wore a smile upon his face.
He got stuck in and was game for a laugh;
For a good cause, he'd happily act daft.

For this man, there was an outpouring of praise.
Millions for Children In Need Sir Terry helped raise.
Ant and Dec dubbed him a ‘Knight of the Realm.'
On Blankety Blank, Sir Terry first took the helm.

On the Eurovision Song Contest, he whipped up much wit.
With the folk song The Floral Dance, he had a surprise hit.
He was helpful, encouraging and gave good advice.
Both professionally and personally, he was so nice.

Terry was one of our national treasures -
Bringing to millions many hours of pleasure.
He was a man who touched many hearts;
Of many folk's lives, he was a part.

He was a cheeky and chatty and charming man;
Of our nation's fabric, he was a sparkling strand.
About Sir Terry there was never ever heard
A bad, critical, mean or hurtful word.

And so the day came, when aged seventy-seven,
Sir Terry passed away and his soul went to Heaven.
This genial gentleman may be now gone,
But fond memories of him will go on and on.