Ode To Maurice Titchborne 1938-2011

For all the
Meat and gravy
Must pay we
In sovereign
Coin.
I can meet
With
The
Purblind
Amputee and sink
Lower than
A
Curtain
Pole
In August.
You will never
Need blessings
If you can
Parade before
The Winter's
Harsh melancholy brings the
Cows to
Milking.