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True, there are some OK Petes,
Hard nuts who've had a shed-load,
Repenting at leisure on a broken road.
Those Petes who sing ditties winsomely
For the nation have raised morale
And that Pete on the helpdesk in Ely,
Lacking the bluff charisma of a Si,
Crashed my computer in a helping way.
But other Petes are far from saints.
They teamed up with Bad Cedric
And cut their wives' hair as their wives slept,
Storing the tresses in a drawer in the shed.
Some Petes smoke in the street
And push their scaredycat daughters
In front of swans.
Some Petes gob in the canal
Saying, Every spittle helps.
Don't look to them for help with a shed load.
The bad Petes are out there
But I can't name names.
No, I think they're all pretty good.
I'd have to say that all Petes are OK.