One Sunday while we stood in the car park avoiding getting changed into our whites Alf produced his ode to 'Hughie'. It was the greatest act of friendship to take the time to write a comedic poem that had us all hurting with laughter.
I knew I had a copy and now ahead on his funeral tomorrow I'll share it with the World Wide Web.
Ode to 'Hughie'
More round than he is tall,
Not quite an imbecile, just a fool
"Our Hughie"
His arse impacts, the most incredible farts
"Our Hughie"
Hugh Henry,
He is not quite sure if he is straight or a Bennie
"Our Hughie"
Bulging, glaring, staring eyes,
Especially when his temper flies
"Our Hughie"
His fielding with his floppy feet,
Remind you of 'A Ballerina on heat'
"Our Hughie"
Even when he catches the ball,
He's the only one who knows nothing at all
"Our Hughie"
With that enormous lip,
You could almost sail a fucking ship
"Our Hughie"
And, a little white, and withered thing,
Lies beneath that mound of skin
"Our Hughie"
Please take no offence at what I've written,
Underneath you are just a kitten
"Our Hughie"
Hughie riposte was short but no less poetic
There was an old jerk off called Alf whose last name is Harrison
Who drank and drank,
And, was pissed all day
Great banter.
Good days..................
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