Elegy

Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to him hot; Trinity, Cambridge, claimed him for her own. At chess a minor master, Hoylake set His handicap a 2. Love drove him crazy; Thrre thousand women used to call him “pet”; In other gardens daffodil or daisy? He climbed a lot of mountains in his time. He stalked the tiger, bear and elephant. he wrote a stack of poems, some sublime Some not. Plays, essays, pictures, tales -my aunt! He had the gift of laughing at himself. Most affably he talked and walked with God. And now the silly bastard’s on the shelf, We’ve buried him beneath another sod.