Rum, Gin, hallelujah.
If only it helped with the notes on the ichthyosaur, ey dad?
A trip to the New Walk and quick swig behind the aragonite.
A little tipple in front of the Plesiosaur.
Don’t think George can’t see you dad,
He’s a sauropod dad; he’s got a good view on everything.
Some say that the ice age helped George’s kind off the planet.
If only you could see that something similar is coming your way.
Pneumonia aged fifty-five.
A poem from a son about his alcoholic father visiting the museum in Leicester. (Inspired by an old friend and his dad) @jonnyd400 – Twitter