Low Comments in High Places

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Bellringers are generally a sanguine breed,
And are both pure in the thought and pure in the deed.
But a comment let slip in a moment off guard,
Can oft' make their lives exceedingly hard.
On an outing that now has passed into myth,
A couple of lads, one ringing the fifth,
Made comments on rope lengths and reaching up high,
And distance 'twixt  Master's head and the sky.

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What can we do, what can we say?
For our "heightist" comments we find we must pay.
So before our dear Master sulks and retires
To his corner and over poems perspires,
All "over large" ringers wish to crowd all around,
And declare Sussex Master one of the best that we've found.
No more comments will rise when he steps on his box
And no place will be found for the ringer that mocks!
Keith Murphy©