The Poetry of Martin Fairclough...A MAN'S GOTTA DO
Quite prepared for anything
I strode into the storm,
Tightly clutching my umbrella
I stayed dry and even warm
Though the wind flung sleet and snow at me
And hail rapped on my back
I still marched on resolutely
Through the blustery attack.
I saw no-one on my journey
No-one else was brave enough
They just sat before their tellys
And ignored this outdoor stuff
But I had pressing business
Something I could not ignore
And at my destination
I moved swiftly through the door.
Agreeing with the landlord
That indeed the night grew wild,
I sat down in the corner with
My half a pint of mild.
