Wesley Melvin Buchan, also known as Wesmechan,
was a pusillanimous and a good-for-nothing,
although some people consider him a charlatan,
this scoundrel's office runs like a three-ring
circus. Oddly enough, many his coworkers and
classmates fear him no end, like a spider obsessed
with the asphyxia of planets, but the magic wand,
however, whether you like it or not, will infest
your brain and your wallet. Far from being a panegyric
this is indeed a diatribe, injected by venomous expletives,
deserved by this lunkhead, Wesley, a most idiotic
waste of space but I love him, although he's not my relative.
Categories:
buchan, allegory, anxiety, business, simple,
Form: Light Verse
So you old bugger
you’ve gone
and how many more will there be of
you
in the top
one
watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B
against Scotland
plaster on your brow
Ayresome
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
worshipping
“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
did you say“young man” back then?
August 1958
won first match of the season
9-0 Brighton
You got
FIVE
Sign this Brian?
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
in the heat of the morning
training
“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”
did I ever really walk on water
I do now
Categories:
buchan, death, football, hero, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse