Prize-winning Poem for a 'Magic' Cocktail
Whales lost in seas pelagic
Dream forever of cocktail magic
But fail to see, poor deep dimwits,
They're always barred from 'City Limits'.
The most hardened barman fears
A cetacean drunk on a thousand beers
While whales filled with cocktail magic
Would weep in a way more than tragic.
Happy customers buy more drink
Weepy whales make profits sink
Let them stay in their deep wet home
And not disturb this cocktail pome.
Written by Tim between 7 pm and 7.30 pm
at 'City Limits', Loughton,
while waiting for Patricia. Ca 1989