This...this Blue Plaque
business is

distressing to say the least
and rather intrusive

don't you
think?

I mean when
did it all start?

DONALL DEMPSEY
...THIS!
DONALL DEMPSEY
...THAT!

I mean...who cares?

HERE IS THIS HOUSE
DONALL DEMPSEY WROTE...

DONALL DEMPSEY
LIVED HERE WHILST WRITING...

Maybe it's a Government
tracking device.

Donall Dempsey...
PAUSED HERE FOR THOUGHT!

( No! I ****** didn't!)

Whatever I do it seems
a blue plaque is more

than willing
to tell you.

Time was when
they waited until one

was sufficiently
dead and famous

to commemorate
one's efforts

at living
and Life.

But, now:
holy cow!

When I got back home
I found "home"

had just been turned into
( yes you've guessed it)

THE DONALL DEMPSEY
MUSEUM.

I even had to pay
to get in.

"If your'e Donall Dempsey
( 'the' Donall Dempsey )
then I'm Schrödinger's ****** cat !"

The crowd all laughed at that.

But I did get a concession
for being old and decrepit.

There was a sign
telling me not to

sit in
my favourite chair.

And they had gotten
facts wrong.

I had written this...before...that.

I looked at the manuscript
of this poem

the usual scribble scrawl
made more precious

by being
preserved under glass.

It was like being an episode
in THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

I glanced up
at the Blue Plaque

positioned just
as it happens

above my curly
confused head.

HERE DONAL DEMPSEY
...refused any more to be

part of
all this and

left
the poem.

Yes folks...

DONALL DEMPSEY HAS LEFT
THE POEM.