Oh Reggie, my dear Reggie,
How I do miss you so,
Since the day you popped those size ten clogs,
Its been harder than you know.
I always leave an extra cup,
Of tea outside for you,
Just in case you’re feeling parched my dear,
And need a swig or two.
And theres half a tin of spam, my love,
That’s been open for some time,
And some bread that’s gone a little green,
Scrape it off, it will be fine.
I don’t know if you folks get a chance,
To eat or drink my dear,
I don’t imagine ghosts do much,
Too busy spreading fear.
But if you can the options there,
Don’t want you ghouling on an empty tummy,
As long as it won't give you wind,
Though belching spirits would be funny !
Just wanted to check that you’re alright,
And still feeling strong and mighty,
Despite the fact you are deceased,
And wont make it back to blighty.
And did I say Im very proud of everything you did,
Even when you aimed just too far left and shot poor Uncle Sid,
And one last thing, I need to ask, what with you being rather hench,
You couldn’t pop back just for a bit,
And help me build this bloody trench??
