The Poet Laureate of Crime


The cream of crime were gathered at St Bartholomew the

Great

To bid a fond farewell to an esteemed associate

A mastermind, a leader of men, a father, a brother cellmate

Whose criminal intelligence once made a robbery great


This Royalty of Ruffians with necks as thick as thieves

And barely one unbroken nose among them

Stood up in church with voices loud enough to rattle the

eaves

And with all their vast and villainous hearts they sang

‘Abide With Me’


Through incense clouds they hoisted him above the ancient

isle

Evading Scotland Yard for the very last time

They bowed their heads, and ladies wept as he moved down

the line

A first class send-off for the Poet Laureate of Crime