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 worlds 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 poet Sparky