THE COMIC

by David G Dickenson

OH TICKLE MY TASTE-BUDS IN MIRTH AND GOOD HUMOUR
THE SIGHT OF THIS LITTLE MAN DRESSED GREY IN A SUIT
BELLY LAUGHS GUFFAWS SIDE SPLITTING AMUSEMENT
A RAW NATURAL TALENT NO ONE COULD DISPUTE

LIFE WASN'T SO EASY AT FIRST FOR THE COMIC
TROUBLES AT HOME HIS FAMILY LIFE REEK
HIS FATHER WAS CRUEL HIS MOTHER SO DISTANT
A HAPPIER LIFE THIS WISDOM WOULD SEEK

RUNNING AWAY HIS TROUBLES BEHIND HIM
THE ARMY HIS MOTHER AND FATHER WOULD BE
LEARNING TO BOX AND KEEP FIT WAS HIS PASSION
HAPPY AT LAST TO BE WANTED AND FREE

SLAPSTICK AND HUMOUR HIS TRADEMARK TO SELL
HIS FORTUNE TO NUMBER HIS WEALTH DID SURPASS
PEOPLE ABROAD, IN ALBANIA A TREASURE
KNOWING FULL WELL WISDOM WAS CLASS

THE YEARS DID NOT FAIL HIM IN TRICKERY ANEW
LAUGHING HIMSELF AT THE MIRTH HE DEVISED
THE CLOWN THE HAT TURNED UP AT THE EDGES
STILL LOVED BY HIS PUBLIC AND STARS IDOLISED

KNIGHTHOOD AT LAST WE ALL DID AGREE
SIR NORMAN THE COMIC HIS FAME WAS TO BE
EVEN THE TRIP A LAUGH DID REGALE
A TRIBUTE AT HEART FROM MR GRIMSDALE