Malcolm King

In the beginning there was lewis
lewis drank deep from Ma’s milk
lewis grew to be a teacher
a poor one and knew it
he lay himself down in teaching
and took it out on the kids

Statistics and lewis were best friends
the sun rose over lewis
shone out of lewis and
set on lewis, which made him wary
of lewis

Lewis was the trinity of greed, avarice and lewis
he stuck his neck out for no one, except lewis

Lewis craved status, he craved titles, hungry for respect
which was never quite enough.

Lewis was angry, lewis was coming through the rye,
his ego was the catcher of lewis
and his mousy wife begat more lewis’

Lewis Ozymandius says to lewis the world
is constructed thus, look on my fears
and obey

Lewis says, what ever you say

In the end there was lewis
and then no lewis
and nature breathed a sigh of relief