Saturday 13 February 2010

BIGOT IS MADE TO REFLECT.....................................
( Over the years Bigot-Johnson has mentored many students, but sadly the last one decided to take his own life. However, before he launched himself off a high tree with a cord tied around his neck, he left his mentor ....or should one say tormentor....this heartfelt and deeply moving poem.)
Partner, tell me tell me where I went wrong
Was it the time my careless revoke
Caused you to have that minor stroke
Or was it that time my mind was a haze
Where I completely forgot to make a game raise
Partner, tell me tell me where I went wrong
Was it that slam I put in the bin
Having committed the ultimate sin
Of letting the oppo make a small ruff
Because not pulling trumps was a tad duff
Partner, tell me tell me where I went wrong
Was it the time I pulled your double
And got the oppo right out of trouble
Or was it the time I missed your call
And your clever signals with cards so small
Partner, tell me tell me where I went wrong
Was it the time I miscounted my hand
Which caused you to bid the unmakeable grand
Their double was nasty, that was for sure
Minus two thousand was not a nice score
Partner, tell me tell me where I went wrong
I know once I had honours in the enemy suit
But spurned the chance to stick in the boot
Then I can remember trumping your trick
Which caused you to shout " you total dick "
With nothing more to add to this lamentable song
I have a sense now of where I went wrong
So farewell Bigot.... I off up this tree
You'll have no worries now....... about playing with me
...............Yours Fergus Fretwell

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