I personally found the events transpiring in the Belmarsh prison quite interesting. A kind of friendship blossoms here that one might seldom expect to blossom in the outside world. There are moments when you may end up weeping, but as we have mentioned already, the moments you’ll guffaw will be a lot more.
After pies there was a visit to the garden
to see the toad, huge, motionless and sullen,
but not from a diet of sausage pie.
Now in Swarga is He and greeted by the bravest of gods who’ve known how to fly.
For Him it has taken a second just to reach this world where iron nails not rust;
The planets beholding the scene are seen by the Man Himself with a conscience clean.
He after witnesses His comrade sole, who seems to house a sharp, courageous soul.
Oh! He deserves not, says He, to be down there.
‘For his spirit and love for me is pure and fine.
But I’ll play a game, see if he does well fare,
Then figure if he’s ware of being fully mine.’