Welcome, one and all, to your regular daily dose of

pop poetry, where today we are going to share a pop

poem chosen especially to be today's pop poem of the

day. Since this poem needs no introduction, we can

dispense with the introductions and move straight on

to the pop poem itself without any further ado, so

without any further ado here is the pop poem for

today:

In the end, the daddy of the poem kept his head

low, and he was ok. Someone else though, didn't do

this, and it came back a whole lot less pretty.

Today's quiz question - who the fuck am I on about?

Square #28 on the PPOTD Bingo Bonanza card is up for

grabs.