DONALL DEMPSEY HAS LEFT THE POEM!

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.