I won’t write a preamble
To a poem for Phil Campbell
’Cos the guitarist for Motorhead
Simply is dead.
Monday 06 April 2026
Today’s Lepton: Electron
As I write this poem in biro
Sitting by a pool in Cairo,
Everything is warm and sunny
And our stools have not gone runny.
There’s lots of stuff to make us smile
Like walking up and down the Nile
And taking camel rides amidst
Great big pointy pyramids.
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