ED
Why does it have to be me
or
Another crap poem from the longest serving Best Man in the History of Marriage
I thought I’d done the job required in Autumn ‘95
Of telling those who’d listen, are there any still alive
About the Ass we toast today, the stick thin bon viveur
The man who deep down craves for all, for all to call him sir
The man who loves his family, with heart and mind and soul
And chooses times like Christmas to fuck off and storm The Pole
And so I will but won’t again, thank God I hear you cry
Bring down a night’s proceedings with still more ‘how greats am I’
But hey it isn’t everyday our friends become explorers
I speak for me, but most of mine are drug addicts and whorers
So bless you lad and bless the three who join you on your treck
Go well and come home safely, or you get it in the neck
To Ed, try to remember when the Pole looms into view
It’s not a competition, so to win just wouldn’t do
©Henry Birtles