Stavros is tired of life. He is contemplating walking into the sea.
A F i n a l J o u r n e y ?
“‘Want to do a Reggie Perrin?
Walk into the briny sea?
‘Can’t tell jokes like Neddy Sherrin?
Waves and water set me free!”
Stavros feeling quite unhappy
Missing all his Cyprus chums
Soon be wearing Orville’s nappy?
Ageing bodies, aching tums?
Right beneath the waves he’s plunging
‘Finds a sea-horse for a ride
Straight to Davy’s Locker lunging
‘Got Dear Rufus by his side!
Giant mirror, friends are waving
“Sick of hearing moans and groans!”
Stavros sad and now he’s raving
“All the walkers on their phones!”
Brian Clough is calmly drinking (The greatest football manager?)
‘Got the largest, purple nose
Of his latest signing thinking?
Putting on a sober pose? (Never!)
Stavros waking up, still riding
Sea-horse singing, he’s THE VOICE (Tom Jones?)
Lennon cringeing, soon he’s hiding
Then.. Just SILENCE, all rejoice!
Freddie Trueman bowling Yorkers
Johnnie Arlott sipping wine (Claret, of course!)
Crabs and lobsters do….. “New Yorkers”! (Strictly Come Dancing)
Ashes urn: a cricket shrine!
Rufus, on the beach, is watching
Doesn’t like to feel “All wet”
Rumours of demise he’s scotching
He’ll be back to cheer, I bet! (“Don’t worry, David P!)
Stavros feeling dizzy, fading
‘Wonder, has he gone for good?
Life without him… quite appalling?
‘Hits the bottom with a thud! Oh Dear… Will he return a la Sherlock Holmes? x x x x ‘Hope you enjoyed your diet pills! x x