Requiem for Dave

Aroint thee, black and scurvy knave
Don't dither
Hie thither
To thy disturb'd grave.

Avaunt, thou fetid corpse enslav'd
Forsooth
Foul youth
Thou are nowise Dave.

For that younker, tall, fair and brave
'Tis oft said
Lost his head
Years agone in a borstal lathe.

His broken body one only could save
Though on a whim
He went for a swim
Atop a peroxide permanent wave.

Eftsoons the corpse lay in a nave
And after
To laughter
By a bleak stone with thy name engrav'd.

What priest unholy did misbehave
To raise a serf
'Neath the turf
Young girls to debauch and to deprave?

Return to yon dank and darken'd cave
So hurry
And scurry
Afore thou feelst the need to shave.