Bye Bye Bog

I see you there Bog, I’ve observed your ways,

Drunken fuelled foolishness and writing most days.

A man that always listens, when talking’s to be done,

But knows still how to party, when we each call for fun.

You founded the EWC, writing poems of complexity

Great achievements we agree, but your still smaller than me.

The circle was your baby, your gave it its soul

Now you’ve gone from Essex, and Freddy has control.

You haven’t seen the last of me, the drinking is not complete

‘Teddy Bear Bog’ so long for now, enjoy your writers retreat.


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