Today’spoem

GOOD NIGHT, SWEET PRINCE

During a trip down to Babbacombe that I took some decades ago, I happened one evening to visit the pier To view an enjoyable show. The cast was so lively and talented, too, (Their singing and dancing a joy) But one young performer stood out from them all; A comical, lithe moving boy. He drew much applause — which was well deserved As I quickly checked for his name. ‘He’s called Bruce Forsyth,’ I said to my wife, ‘I’ll bet he is destined for fame.’ Well history turned out to prove I was right A thousand times over and more. An artist supreme and a master of dance (And classic catchphrases galore!) Exuding a genuine charm and profound Respect that was totally open. There’ll not be another like you, Brucie mate. Now you’re gone the mould has been broken. Robert Ben-Nathan, Denham, Bucks

...andLimerick

Politics can, of course, be tough, David Cameron had just had enough. But in a photo most tacky He’s shown smoking baccy. No wonder he’s run out of puff! Peter Thomas, Widnes, Cheshire.