lost his marbles at six
in the morning when he
slid down the splintered bannisters ,
and shouted out for help
in a very high-pitched voice
after catching his goolies on
a nail which went into
the end of his willie
making it stiff at last
held together by a splint(er)
ready for a screw with
and a small ratchet strap
which held his bits togeather
after his tear up on
the night when he tryed
to catch the cat after
it nicked his old motorbike
from Chichester Speedway Track , where
there was a hole lot
of other Tom’s purring along