The Outlandish World of Greg Goode Part VIII With inspired fervour I cast out my net And snared a great horde of potentials to vet The journey that followed was completely unplanned And it feels like I’ve travelled every road in this land I met a Brummie in Bracknell who thought he was Jesus A roofer in Rugeley enticed me with cheeses Two sisters in Stafford had planned a new town… But only for white folk, no place for the brown There’s a lady in Leicester who eats lots of glass “It’s political art,” she said with a laugh An old chap in Perth jogs round naked at night It’s nice that he’s happy, but I can’t join his fight Now, it sounds like my process of sifting is flawed But there was no hint of loopy till I knocked on their doors Though their mails were all normal and their claims were serene They were the maddest collection of bonkers I’ve seen But I was not disheartened as I criss-crossed this land With a dream in my heart and mead cup in hand I knew I must … [Read more...]
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