Poem and music by Graham Marshall, performed by David Warin Solomons.
Mister Costello, curious fellow,
wishing his end were near,
took to his bed, pronounced himself dead,
and drank a last bottle of beer.
Mister Costello, peevishly yellow,
following up his hunch,
picked up his bed and went out to the shed,
and downed a last bottle of punch.
Mister Costello, decidedly mellow,
certain his time had come,
stood in his bed, on his head, in the shed,
and lipped a last tottle of rum.
Mister Costello, inclined now to bellow,
cursing his likely tomorrows,
collapsed in his bed, took ten aspirins and said:
I’m damned if I won’t drown my sorrows.