Poem and Illustration By Salvador Vaughan
Troveling throog dusty snow
To Harbored and the sea
Frothing at who we shall meat
Boris Twickenham and me
Riding upon deaf leopard
Mighty foe we shall bee
We fyght with sord and custard
Boris Twickenham and me
Weebee rollin dow the stone
Drinkin in are beef tea
Fysting on Bovril and paste
Boris Twickenham and me
Trien to getoo Luxhamburg
By Octubby the three
But if no wheel bee well sick
Boris Twickenham and me
We shall split apart fornever
For we are mates, are we
Throog deafness and the weather
Boris Twickenham and me