Here is a little poem I wrote on the bus on my way to see the optician — a homage to the late, great Spike Milligan. Mind you, he’d probably say, if I can see the optician, why am I bothering to go?

Hello,
I’m a crow,
Now I said it,
It’s time to go,
Time does fly
And so must I
“Arivededirchi”
Rather than goodbye.

Ok, not quite up there with A Thousand Hairy Savages — but one day…