Come On, Casey, Right What’s Dire – a new poem by Phil Poyser

Come On, Casey, Right What’s Dire

I’m not on Facebook, not on Twitter,

so could it have been a ghost

for – fellow gardeners, please don’t titter –

The Doors have sent me this new post?

 

“We know that what we say is true.

We know that we are not a liar.            

If they stop to have a brew,

well, it’s ‘cos their throats are drier.

 

Come on, Casey, right what’s dire.

Come on, Casey, right what’s dire.

To keep the roof up, please aspire.

 

The time to hesitate is through.

Just time to swallow and admire.

Later you can sup some booze,

once you’ve found an oak supplier.

 

Come on, Casey, right what’s dire.

Come on, Casey, right what’s dire.

To keep the roof up, please aspire”

 

And so it was that crumbling post

by Casey, Dave and Keith was smashed

and as they are not ones to boast,

I must make sure the news is splashed.

They’ve sweated blood (and fish and bone),

installed a doorpost made from oaks.

They did all that with scarce a groan.

That’s what I call “Allotment blokes”.

 

So, lads, put on your best attire

take it easy and respire.

We’ll publicise it in Cheshire,

circulate it on a flyer,

get it shouted by Town Crier.

So, Dave and Keith, you both inspire.

and “Thank You”, Casey Jones, esquire.

                            

© Phil Poyser, Macclesfield, 12th./13th. October, 2015

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