Not Forgotten:
Short but sweet,
Only the good die young,
So how did he manage to blag it?
I dreamt that it was all a cunning joke,
and I know that if only it was, he would have pulled it off,
I imagine that he's re-incarnated as a dormouse,in some otherworldly part of the ether, snuggled in the folds of Hatty Jaques bosom, nibbling some fine Gruyere,
he's got pounds of it 'round the back!
