In Memorium Of Kevin The Fruitbat. God Rest His Soul. Poem by Jamie Evans

The chewy, fruity, gooey fun
Of days spent lounging in the sun.
With nowt to do, you chew and chew.
The sugar rush takes hold of you..
Mouth filling up with sweet saliva
And tasting lemon and limes, liking neither
Instead savouring the black and red
E-numbers start to swim round your head...
Orange jumping for that 'middleish' feeling
By which time the sugar makes you crawl up the ceiling.
I should've bought other sweets but I was forced in..
To this mess by a fruitbat called Kevin.

RIP Kev. J.Evans 08-02-2008