In Memory
Chris Wright
1960-2018
AN ODE TO A GREBE
By Cosmo Kipling
Of all
them no good Dogfish,
The
finest man I knew
Was our team
pitcher, Chris Wright,
He
was ‘Ogre! Wee-Wah! Clarence!
‘You
ugly old ogre, Clarence.’
So I’ll
meet ’im later on
At the
place where ’e is gone—
Where
it’s an eternal Dogfish game.
’E’ll be
stealing bicycles,
Stealin’
drink and weed from poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll
get a swig in hell from Clarence!
Yes,
Grebe! Grebe! Grebe!
You
Lazarushian-leather Ogre!
Though
you mocked me, and played tricks on me, and stole my weed
By
the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re
a better Grebe than I am, Clarence!
1 comment:
RIP Ogre! I will always remember our times together. We played hard & won our share, remember the Dogfish was the team of the '90's and you were our leader! There were so many things that I can talk about of our time together in Saltaire. You loved the beach & swimming in the Ocean (cold or warm), letting the sun bake you, and mostly just plain having effortless fun. You will be missed forever, goodbye my friend.
Bilbo AKA Bonics
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