Betjeman's Ghost Poem by Peter (Prof) Fox

Note: The blurb for G.A. Evan's book 'Poems with prefaces for Padstow, Petersfield, Poland and Pewsham' says he is 'hailed as the new Betjeman'

The gas was on in the Institute,
The light was on in the shack,
A man was running a terrible cold,
A lass was laid on her back,
When G A Evans the Chippenham man,
G A Evans from Chippenham,
Came writing about the olden time
When chips were made of germanium
Writing about -
Writing about -
Writing about the Mullard
Transistor OC Seventy-One while showing he's no dullard.

The sun shone low on the railway line
Aroundabouts Bath and Colne
And sat at the upstairs window
Was 'GA' all alone
When he saw the ghost of Betjeman,
Sir John with his pen full of ink
Come tripping along in a pin stripe suit
For a Saturday evening drink.
Sipping a drink -
Sipping a drink -
At the bar of the old Bull and Bush
Sipping some more he fell off his stool and faded away in a rush.

There wasn't a man in Winterbourne
That didn't think it a fake,
And over the valley in Trowbridge,
And round by Savernake,
When G A Evans the Chippenham man,
G A Evans from Chippenham,
Made him his heir and brought him drinks
And how quickly he'd been sipping 'em.
Made him his heir
Made him his heir
To write technical information
Paying a call at WH Smith to pick up his publication.