As promised here is the poem written for some-one called Nicholas aka Nick celebrating his reaching the big 40. A mariner for a short time, city worker and now trying to keep us all safe. I tried to use as many words ending with ‘nic’ as possible so that the poem still made sense.

IN THE NICK OF TIME

An embryonic poem,

But not sermonic,

You might say

Symphonic

About our Nick.

I began to panic,

Was nearly

Histrionic, as words went

Supersonic and

Orbited like a Sputnik

Around my brain.

It was no picnic,

Until I completed

This electronic poem,

About our Nick.

In his younger days

Oceanic,

In a lifestyle, bionic,

but now

Adonic in his tunic,

And oh so

Photogenic

When investigating cases,

Sometimes demonic,

Sometimes harmonic.

His family and

Friends, platonic,

All say

“Nick you’re a tonic.”

So,

Now you’ve reached the big Four O

Enjoy being naughty

At 40.

There you are, and when another person heard of this poem she asked if I could write one for her husband Roger. I certainly had fun with that and it will appear later in the month.