I have a Pschlosh fish in my pond
It is far wiser than me
I consider it to be the smartest fish
In the universe which is supposing
That there are other ponds in distant galaxies
But that is a subject for another evening
We frequently chat beside the still waters
As this fish can spend time away from its home
And although its vast knowledge outshines mine
The Pschlosh fish is never arrogant
It treats me as an equal
Yesterday as the air was warm
We discussed the poetry of the Boer War
Concentrating on the last poem of Breaker Morant
We chose our favourite lines
(Stanzas One Two & Seven)
In prison cell I sadly sit, A d__d crest-fallen chappie! And own to you I feel a bit- A little bit - unhappy! It really ain't the place nor time To reel off rhyming diction - But yet we'll write a final rhyme Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion! Let's toss a bumper down our throat, - Before we pass to Heaven, And toast: "The trim-set petticoat We leave behind in Devon."