We did though
Worship this wrinkled
Old
Crooner – sumptuous Soul prepped outlandishly so
above the beyond… and then some
Matter of fact spectacular
This man
this tasteful face
this utter negligence to which we may to We appear to be sizeably, fair contagiously no less Up
He battled many a feted demon to make his theatrical say count to a seriously blinding and anointed point
For next to permitted by only ever He everything…
When flagrantly set bygones simply get to flee and capture and nestle themselves
within brand new nesting upheaval
Intricate reshaping –
Amount when amounting seemed the least possible occurrence on out everywhere indeed
Relinquish The problematic fear, dear prioritised Richard Harris of muddied lands ours
Tantalised, thankfully
The Bull McCabe who fooled ’em all outright sprightly…
Gesticulating to work his foolhardy worth to the sawn off bone and then some
Downright bombastically instru-mental –
And b-r-e-a-t-h-e
in your very own
Posthumous way
from here
Paying it whiskey aside conscientious ale forward
by The Grace of a good, good God
Neat
– downtrodden amidst blistering acting adequacy // he sees what many others shall fail to manage
The Limerick man
and in enough meaningful manners to twist and turn and
To burn our bleeding-dry hearts all over again
Say
When…
To divulge and listen – these intelligently, softly pin-pricked ears of settled to digest ours
So near yet undeniably, rather intriguingly distanced
We do fear that his particular legacy will not be frozen in remindful time
and reminisced again and again right by rhythmic, boisterous, honest-to-goodness rhyme
Please, oh simply please
Find
The
Absolute
Time to pleasure yourselves all over again
Soon
As
The
Cranky
Pen
Invited
Him
On
In
At softened pace
