SPARKY THE MIGHTY POET

He does exactly what it says on the tin
Like epoxy resin and hardener
He is Sparky the mighty poet
And England’s greatest gardener

No job too small
No tree too tall
No middle-class poetry malarkey
Just real poems
For real people
From the one and only Sparky

He's shaping the landscape with Excalibur
Drinking last orders at the bar
And when you slip through his rip
in the fabric of time
Sparky will be there with his vodka-lime

Spoken acrobatics and high wire tricks
Under the Half Moon's giant marquee
He's the ring master of the Flying Circus
The gifted visionary Sparky

He's an historian plotting the life
of the now extinct tyrannosaurus
He's the world’s hardest working poet
He is another word for thesaurus

Not a mediocre man
Nor a shandy-sipping academic
He's a forward thinking protagonist
The poetical polemic

Skilful with weeds as he is with words
The horticulturalist that could have been a parky
But lucky for us and the spoken word
A poetic career chose Sparky

Be you rich or poor
Be you Whitey or be you darky
He's the egalitarian poet
(Maybe not always politically correct)
The mighty performer Sparky