How pleasant to know Dave McClure
Whose writing is quirky and quaint !
Some say that all Scotsmen are dour
But this one most certainly ain't.
His head is the size of a planet,
His brain is as small as a pea;
He once had a budgie called Janet,
And fed it on crumpets and tea.
His nose is inclined to the starboard,
His eyes are of opaline hue;
He loves to sit down by the harbour, d-
-elights in the maritime view.
He sits by a lonely computer
Surrounded by thousands of books;
Remembers his days as a suitor,
When time hadn't ravaged his looks.
He cycles in every weather,
He rests at an inn on his way;
In Scotland he'd lie on the heather,
In England he lies on the hay.
When he climbs from his bicycle saddle
He walks with his toes in the air;
Some say, "Does the pedalling addle
His brain?" with a curious stare.
He knows that his fingers are bony,
He knows that his nails are too long;
He used to enjoy macaroni
But now is content with a song.
He used to be vague and uneasy
But now he is certain and sure
That the notion will not leave you queasy -
How pleasant to know Dave McClure !
