Everyday Poems

Last night
Did I really speak in tongues
And in rhyme
In the voice of Harry Corbett
Trying after all this time
To right a wrong
That certainly wasn’t mine
That he was second billing
When performing live
At the Palladium
In 1965

Didn’t seem enough
Of a slight
For Harry
Try as might
To have no aversion
To taking over my person
To fume and rail
When to no avail
As no-one could attend
Or make amends
For decisions made then
When I was only 10!

And I couldn’t
Help but glean
That whilst Harry
Vented his spleen
There wasn’t a peep
From Sooty or Sweep
Or indeed
From Soo too

In the event
I had no choice
But to reclaim my voice
Because try as I might
I couldn’t put right
A wrong
When Harry
Was at the height
Of his slight
Of hand