How nice to know Mr McGough.
A chap it's a joy to take tea with.
There's blokes who you wish would sod off,
they're so terribly boring to be with
but never our Rog from the 'pool.
His wordplay is witty, his timing
is perfect. He's endlessly cool,
whether freewheeling or rhyming.
His poems can have a crowd giggling.
Next minute, they're hankying tears.
And then, once again, they're all jiggling
with laughter. He's done this for years
and still there's no sign of him flagging,
his verse is still fresh as new bread
at an age when some poets are dragging
their sorry old arses to bed.
So let's raise a glass to dear Roger
To Roger, our trilbies we doff.
Salut to the Merseyside codger.
How nice to know Mr McGough
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