Tommy Bee's Poetry Corner.

He was a huntsman of renown,He was a man about the town.He shot, he fished, his bag he filled.He hawked, and talked, and lady-killed.

True Love

The wonderful love of a beautiful maid,

The love of a staunch true man,

The love of a baby unafraid,

Have existed since time began.

But the greatest love, the love of loves,

Even greater than that of a mother,

Is the tender, passionate, infinite love,

Of one drunken bum for another.