GOREFIELD: Poem for man who fell in a drain

THIS is the tale of a Davall, called John Whose village road he walked along Dog on lead, a quest to fill And listen to the birds that trill  All these deeds were all in vain For John went feet first down a drain  Battered bruised, and soul distraught Som

THIS is the tale of a Davall, called John

Whose village road he walked along

Dog on lead, a quest to fill

And listen to the birds that trill

All these deeds were all in vain

For John went feet first down a drain

Battered bruised, and soul distraught

Someone to justice, must be brought

The perpetrator of this deadly trap

Must bare their knuckles and take a rap

The drain replaced, the old for new

Admits the guilt, I think, don't you.

MR PEARSON

Gorefield