Bishop who wore short trousers
and used vaseline regularly for
helping to ease the bell
that was giving him allsorts
of trouble in the rear
entrance not good for fudge
or chocolate and cream swiss
rolls in the back alley
where the local perv hangs
in the dark waiting for
the last bus to Reading
and then onto Tooting for
A fish and chip supper
and a couple of lumps
wood to carve into a
wheel chock for his 1947
Dodge WC52 that his dad
built out of bean tins
Bedford wheels and an old
double decker bus from Skye