So, with profound apologies, this is by way of a being a kind of make-weight lifted from a recently-uncovered copy of a Writer's Notebook that I started with confidence 22 yers ago but never got beyond page 4!
In 1992, I appeared on a Radio 4 literary panel game entitled Slightly Foxed and the participants were asked to write various pieces about themselves in different poetic forms.
There was a limerick and mine went:
Sibley's better-known radio playsThere was also (less well-crafted) a clerihew:
Featured hobbits and Elves and their ways
Some listeners liked Tolkien
Some found it revoltien
And a lot were left in a daze.
Brian Sibley was tirelessFinally, in this piece of shameless showyoffness, we were invited to suggest some titles for our autobiography. I offered three, beginning with two that like the show's title, Slightly Foxed, parodied second-hand bookseller terminology:
When speaking on the wireless
And he was one of the very few
Who could also write a clerihew.
DOG-EARED BUT STILL DESIRABLE
SOMEWHAT THUMBED BUT INGENIOUSLY RESTORED
and the one I would still probably use if I ever (which I won't ) wrote the story of my life:
THE VARNISHED TRUTH.
(In case you wondered in the photo at the top of the page, I am wearing one of the Vicar's African hats!)