Here lie Rob’s bits and pieces <br />Don’t dig him up, - beware diseases! <br />Buried at last, out of the way <br />Quiet for once – nothing to say <br /> <br />We chose this spot to lay him out. <br />Ten tons of hardcore, or there about <br />will hold in him down, that’s for sure, <br />in his steel lined box ‘neath the M4 <br /> <br />Don’t disturb what’s left of him <br />(not much really, most's in the bin) <br />In case you invoke the poets curse <br />of verbal diarrhoea and an empty purse<br /><br />Sailing to windward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hardcore-2/
