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."