Brings to mind an ode I wrote for Trevor Bayliss who invented the first wind-up radio. He was the godfather of my then boyfriend. He lived on Eel Pie Island with his beloved dog. Such a lovely man, now sadly deceased."A wizened old wizard from TwicksWas lounging around in his knicksWatching the tellyAnd stuffing his bellyFrom a packet of Doggio bicksThus it was on this dark winter's nightHis attention was drawn to the plightOf a distant nationThat lacked communicationTo its people, where money was tightA solution he felt could be foundFor a way to fabricate soundA way to endowerA wireless with powerNo batteries, no voltage, just wound!He toiled away noon, night and dayUntil finally finding a wayHe cried out 'Eureka!'I CAN help AfreekaAnd his faithful hound let out a bay!And that's how this magnificent fellaCame to shake hands with Nelson MandelaAnd everyone reckonsFame and fortune now beckonsFor his radio's a number one seller!I was there when he hung a device over a tree branch and a crackly noise emanated from it. A memorable experience. He was thrilled with my ode and hung it on his wall!Just thought I'd share it with you.
Jill Merrett ● 1d