Introduction There comes a time in every man's life when hw stops laughing and starts to grind under the yoke of contemporary pressures. In this case, a wife, four children, a dog called Fred Flors McDonald, a cat called Kangaroo, Mr. Heath, Mr. Wilson, the Liberal Party, the Department of Inland Revenue, the breathalyser, etc. - (etc. being the worst) - they have all brought me to an impasse where I decided the only way to save my soul was to cleanse it with some serious verse which would take the police off my back and stop them searching me for funny poems. The result of this change in personality is found within the confines of this book. Some of the poems were written by dropping 800 English words into a sack, taking them out one at a time and calling them by their names like 'Hello Sailor', or 'It only happens all the time', but seriously though folks, I find that I can say more pertinent things in writing serious verse and consequently have indulged myself in them a little. My publishers being patially out of their minds have subscribed to printing this book and issuing a limited number of copies on various bookstalls throughout the British Empire, which these days goes as far as Islington. I hope you enjoy them, but if you don't by the time you have found out it will be too late and the money will be in my Post Office Book. NOTE: Please ignore the spelling and punctuation, - I did! P.S. All rights, assignments, fire squads etc., should queue up outside Michael Joseph, Bedford Square and wait for the first one to come out. Spike Milligan From the sleeve of Small Dreams of a Scorpion Here's Spike - Being four foot two! The new rose Spike Milligan © 1972 by Spike Milligan Productions Ltd | ||
