Tag: Car

Robin Goodfellow A Man We Called Mann

What to say about you Mann?
After nigh on 15 years
We shared a lot you and I
A few pubs, and many beers.

You've gone now Mann
You went without a fuss
You "popped your clogs" so quietly
And did not inconvenience us.

I recall you could chat with anyone
And find interest in what they said
Put your views, hear out theirs, and
Prejudice seemed never to enter your head.

No doubt your time on the guns bred tolerance
But the cost was high at El-Alamein
Most of your friends died there
And your hearing was never the same.

War shocked and damaged a little
You returned to the land of your Kin
Rejoined the industrial giant you knew
And climbed the ladder within.

Marriage, children, dogs and humdrum
Followed in family mode
Early release from the shafts of work
Meant more time for the road.

And when your sight went finally
The car and caravan had to go
You were close to tears then
But fought not to let them show.

I was your son-in-law and I 
Miss you just about each day
I miss your willingness to involve yourself
And be ready with your say.

Mann, when next you sit at God's right hand
Sharing a pint or two
You can get him to put the world to rights
As you and I used to do.

Robin would have been 100 years old on 1st November 2020

A Squirrel’s Passing

An old grey squirrel lay dead in the road
His passing was witnessed by a hawk and a toad
First came a truck and then a car
Never knew you could spread a squirrel so far.

In life the squirrel wasn't feeling so swell
Nothing about it was working so well
He had B.O. and the dandruff was rife
A big disappointment to his small squirrel wife.

Bad breath, constipation, piles as well
The squirrel's life was a living hell
Of all his complaints he was heartily sick
So he decided to die in the busy traffic.

So puffed up with wind, like a round furry ball
With bladder leaking and bowels near to stall
In the road walked squirrel until he got hit
And everything nearby got covered in squirrel .....