A Pesky Apache Named Wolf (Fun Poem 169)

For my very good friend Dennis Grinsted, better known as Wolf the Apache. Woke up late this morning, a pesky Apache named Wolf laced my tea with Indian fire water which knocked me out for six. Before I woke up in the morning he had raced back to his reservation tepee. He lives on a reservation somewhere in London, near Wimbledon I hear and likes to play with the Wombles whenever he is not here. You’ll find him singing Sugar Puff in the bushes on the common. He may think he has had the last word, but don’t tell him Dodgy Dave the Vicar is after him to drag him to church to convert the pesky Apache and get him to change his ways and no more nobbling the vicar’s tea. 18 July 2015