What is good? Nobody knows.
And yet when you’re around it grows.
There are all sorts of things you may not be.
But kind you are, and gooder far than me.
An ordinary superman – yes you, and that moustache,
Which decorates your face with military panache!
Your upper lip’s so goddamn stiff I’d use it as a shelf,
For stacking all the compliments you should give yourself.
Never was a part time soldier so ineptly named,
Than Captain Savage, who for his sweetness is justly, and widely,
In celebration of my best friend Captain Savage!
Rose gets the poetry bug..