Here, Forbesy Daubs and daddy Daffydd
a right bungling pair for the car boot
Dafty Daffydd waiting We’re late-ing
Dai’s diabolical give him an insulin
while Forbes Daubs – fat Artsy old fart –
finishing up the plum job dabs in
lwyau caru by carbolic soap wrapped up.
On the TellyVision I saw a collared man, not the vicar one but
spikes and he had a belly held taut in a latex trousers
they had to cut him out of them with a scissors
when he had that heart attack.
There was not enough rage in cynddaredd.
Decipher it then, another Thomas in
BitterEnglishSyllables – a sloe
puckers when – have I told you ever cariad
of the two riggers, both Daffyd, that we had – one worked six year at the morgue
and two whistled opera down by the forge – oh, Dai Riggaleto
and Dai Rigger Mortis – made foreman, the latter, lazy was the former.
Knitting biscuits for the British Heart Foundation
where the statuesque Margaret (Marge, pet)
tells always keep guz-berries (the Mexican way)
in surup (slurp the word though it sticks).