Pennycook You weren’t always right Though you always Thought you were Grumpy with a smile Winding people up and Pushing buttons Loud shirts and Trendy (sun)glasses Always there with a pick Me up, to give a hug And rum And while I have my memories, And the time we spent Together I’ll miss your rants, your Smile, your banter. I wish I’d met you earlier I wish I’d known you longer And if you’re looking down On us, despite what you Believed I just know that you’ll be Shouting, ‘Get on with it Don’t Grieve.’