I know I know
I shouldn’t read the Sunday Times
Not when it’s one of Murdoch’s multifarious crimes
But AA Gill when he was not away
Could always be relied upon to make my day
I know I know
He was Clarkson’s pal
And I know I know it’s slightly irrational
But I kinda like Clarkson too
Both him and Gill breaking taboos
I know I know
He was often a pompous twat
With his crooked smile and critic’s hat
To all the bad restaurants he caused harm
The Blonde his accomplice on his arm
I know I know
I also have a thing for Camilla Long
Another one of Murdoch’s throng
Her with the specs and extra-large fonts
Times New Roman for all your movie wants
I know I know
I should be a Guardian reader
And not give money to that Aussie bleeder
But AA’s words always made me smile
Dyslexic, acerbic, slightly juvenile
I know I know
I will miss him so
Unlike Clarkson with his Grand Tour show
I hope Ms Camilla takes his place
With charm and wit and social grace
(AA Gill is away)
28th June 1954 – 10th Dec 2016
