how I remember the old scoutmaster <br />nobody could start a camp-fire faster <br />I can see the old scoutmaster in the old scout hut <br />saying always carry a plaster <br />in case you cut yourself <br />if it doesn't happen to you it could happen to your <br />dog <br />you could be chopping up the firewood <br />when you mistake him for a log <br />if it doesn't happen to your dog <br />it could happen to your glasses <br />they could be knocked to the floor <br />by the long arm of the law <br />when you're standing on the corner <br />and a copper on a push-bike signalling a left turn <br />passes by <br />if it's a friend you need you need a friend indeed <br />you need a plaster <br />you need your money and your keys <br />but more than these you need a plaster <br />always carry a plaster the scoutmaster told us <br />they found one in his pocket <br />the day a bus ran over him.<br /><br />John Hegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-a-scoutmaster/
