Posted: Wed, November 22, 2000
Posted by: Larkin
Recipient: All
Subject: Things beyond our ken

Do ye ken Prem Pal in his garland gay?
Do ye ken Prem Pal and his wanton way?
One toke on the smoke and he's far, far away
With the booze and the dope(s) in the morning..

For the sound of his Name kept me from my bed
And the cry of the hordes that he oft-times led
'Bholi Shri Satguroooo!' would awaken the dead
Drew me into his lair in the morning..

Do you ken that hound whose voice is death?
Do you ken his sons of the peerless faith?
Did he teach you that age-old trick with the breath?
Did you practice in faith every morning?

For the sound of his Name kept me from my bed
And the cry of the hordes that he oft-times led
'Bholi Shri Satguroooo!' would awaken the dead
Drew me into his lair in the morning..

Yes I ken Prem Pal an' auld Charanand too,
Apter and Dawson a-stirring the stew
And it's round at the back form an orderly queue
For a taste of his toes in the morning..

For the sound of his Name kept me from my bed
And the cry of the hordes that he oft-times led
'Bholi Shri Satguroooo!' would awaken the dead,
Drew me into his hair in the morning..

And I've followed Prem Pal both near and far
And I swear that I once saw him smile from his car
(But I never once thought to search in the bar)
When we vied for a glimpse in the morning..

For the sound of his Name kept me from my bed
And the cry of the hordes that he oft-times led
'Bholi Shri Satguroooo!' would awaken the dead,
Melt the grease from his hair in the morning..

For I gave Prem Pal both my heart and soul
Let us toast his decline with a flowing bowl
No more shall we follow thro fair or foul
For we woke from the dream in the morning..

90-100: As good as Sex Pistols God Save the Queen or Howl
80-89: Good beat, easy to dance to
70-79: Better than Blue Aquarius
60-69: As good as One Foundation
Less than 60: Worse than Maharaji's music or poems