A rather pathetic nod to Edgar Allan Poe, a Farewell and a Gigantic Welcome

It was hot and steamy, and I was weak and weary Following mishaps on the tour of this our country, one of ancient lore Something was gently rapping, rapping at my consciousness, it came clearly from the caravan floor He is leaving – I thought – he is leaving me now and travelling to the eternal shore Only this and nothing more

Ah! distinctly I remember it was a hot and steamy January night Each fitted twist and frothed saliva had left its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished for the morrow and vainly sought to borrow From thoughts of independence and comfort from the lost soul of Nigel For the treasured friend and comfort the angels name Nigel! Now nameless forever more

And the sad uneasiness that is the surety and finality of death Thrilled me – no filled me with a sadness only ever once felt before So that now to still the beating of my heart I rose and stood repeating Tis time my mate! Tis time though my ache is raw The pain is raw, and it will remain forever at my core That is it and nothing more!

Presently though my heart grew stronger Fate I need your help – I need this and to you I implore But in fact, consumed by the wretchedness call self-pity I was blind to the essence that forms a wellbeing store I scarce recognised the opportunity for something more Give it a chance I thought! And nothing more

Deep into the darkness of fate I stared – wondering, fearing Doubting and dreaming a dream no one with my luck ever dared dreamed before! But the silence, it was broken with all the possibilities of salve and even more RSPCA offered the hope in the 3 yr. old jack-russell shape of (Mr) BINGLEY Merely this and nothing more!

Let me introduce BINGLEY fair friends!