Agamemnon's Beard
So much for the cat that won't stand up,
Or the dog that won't lie down.
Derek dug and dug and dug,
In the backstreets of the town.
He upped the cobbles in his yard,
And sunk some sample bores.
Then channel-grooved towards the north,
Along the lowland shores.
When questioned of his diggings,
He said, though people jeered,
That he was searching ceaselessly
For Agamemnon's beard.
'A worthy prize,' said brother Mike,
He hoping for a share,
'I'll lend you my new mountain bike,
'With saddle bags to spare.'
So Derek rode to Canterbury,
Parked his bike and spade,
And asked the bishop his advice.
'I dunno, son,' he said.
But if you keep searching hard enough for something,
There's a good chance you'll eventually find it.
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