Sleet may keep the meek indoors

Sore feet obstruct them from their chores

Therefore praise the permanent

Fixture in this firmament

Nations pass yet he remains



Five gas lighters for a pound

Snide rosettes outside the ground

Always comes in through Stranraer

Jarg Armani in the car



When archangels interfere

These things he’d hitherto held dear

Shall be rendered obsolete

At the dark end of the street

Yet his call still lingers on



Five gas lighters for a pound

Snide rosettes outside the ground

Always comes in through Stranraer

Jarg Armani in the car



Spares for Silverstone

Drum from Amsterdam

Sacks of Canderel

Next door’s NTL