Niven was a plodder, a loutish soul,
fancied himself a songwriter, often mistaken as a ghoul,
preyed on dames of virtues waning,
peeking into their window yawning,
much like the proverbial Owl
He once trapped a tart Vera,
(Oh this one was often passed around!)
and together they lived a life they enjoyed,
high on the weed and morally devoid,
till it made them utterly unsound.
It dawned one morning to the lyricist mad,
how would it be to invite to tea their friends,
Gemma (now almost cured of BSE),
Malloy ( a legal mind sharpened through LSD),
even though each hated the other, it was time to make amends.
It was akin to the tea party in 'Alice',
(am certain Clemens would disagree, call this comparison malice)
yet the four 'nerds of youths' were at once in Love,
smelling the Pot below,
stirred by the psychedelic colours above!
It was Niven who suggested, they pop down to the pub,
already foaming at the mouth, Gemma had her doubts,
suggested to Vera at once to stop the retching
Niven faithful by her side (who said she seemed even more fetching),
and the buggered mind of Malloy came to the rescue ,
said "Of course we shall be allowed in, after all we can teach them HOW to sing!"
They appeared with the disposition of appalling thugs,
and stunk up the place promptly like lavatory rugs,
sitting at a corner, they jeered the swooning crowd,
calling everybody names, Malloy screamed, removing all doubt,
that they were certainly a rare case,
of Madness' strong embrace.
They still gather every night to dock,
their sailor ideas unto this unaffected flock,
and regardless of how they were rubbished and mocked,
and called names not gentlemanly to be mentioned,
the Four fools always gather, lapping up abuse, living in their own dimension.
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