A poem about Geoffrey Hayes

It was Geoffrey's birthday last month, so I consider this a belated tribute. It is a masterpiece that took me up to four minutes to write. It is completely serious and not a joke or anything, and if you laugh at it then you just can't see all the symbolism, or something.

Oh Geoff

If you were a chef

You wouldn’t have time to be on Rainbow

And you wouldn’t be able to wear hotpants

Or a dress, sometimes

Oh Geoff

If you were a chef

You’d have to do cooking all the time

And not wear boxes on your head like a robot

Oh Geoffrey

I’m glad you’re not a chef-rey

Because then you wouldn’t be in Rainbow

And I might not have a blog

Although that might not be a bad thing, because my blog’s a bit rubbish.