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