The demise of Spike ( Spike Milligan, 16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) by Jerry Cronin See you soon, who was the goon, was it you, or was it us? I have trouble with my truss, Now you've gone, where will I go? Your Dad he came from -I don't know Now, as always, in the papers, so expressive Tales of being manic- depressive, Let them think what they like, Why did they call you Spike? Dictionary of Art P - Picasso: small person with big head; thinks/though he can paint When old thinks he's a stallion - daughters, sons, progeny, living on his image, can't you see Saw the world with odd glasses, got away with it Probably a conman... or a genius; or both Now dead - 1973 - enjoyed himself, I hope, so let him be The lion (reported in local paper as possibly dangerous feline escapee) Lion at the seaside - Headlines in Gazette, He's shrewd and he's cunning, They haven't caught him yet Spotted at St Osyth, He said his name was Joseph, Then seen down at Frinton, Drunk and on the beach, May be down at Walton, A place well out of reach The CID from Clacton took an imprint of tail and paw Now shacks down at Jaywick, and still outwits the law November Dank and blank, tis Boley Drive, Misty, musty, sodden, sad and lacking, leaking, lost not mad With vibrance, verve and nerve, no backing, Watch the Street, Eastenders and the Bill, November full of fun or ill? Guy Fawkes ...who talks? Five cars, internet and dull, The elderly they'd like to cull, They always drive; never walk ... And they've all forgotten... how to talk Nearing the Millenium October '99 Poetry, common sense, subjects diverse, nearing the Millenium, MM To which I'm quite averse - not on the Internet, no microwave, I have a wash, cut my nails and usually I have a shave, Most days, make the right decisions I'm my pin number? plus my code ? Then straight into the visions Appears the World, the Universe, Histrionics, history, Latin, porn Learn to play ...the French horn? What are you, not who? Give the number, press star view, no two I'm him, I'm 2, I'm old and ill, Where's the pill ... I've forgot, I'm 83 and still ...you bother me.