last night saw documentary
about Spike Milligan
mood swings rudimentary
he was a clever man
loved all his kids
could tell when at play
even when he did forbid
don't knock my door today
he was a manic depressive
his work just boiled up
some of it became oppressive
on special honey he would sup
he was very eccentric
most of his life in India too
although he was quiet centric*
on stage he'd say thank you
centric*=having or situated at or near a center
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