Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 11

indeed grew so homely I unheedingly halfhassled my host to outgrow me. 
Now, I’d welcome a huffy halfday I overstayed my welcome, 
for I’d meet again  idyllic equidistance halfwaytween 
homes in eitherdirection, which would restore him
cooling off, coalproddingly at home in oneofthem.

In the elegant maze he threwtogether in 75%, if not all,
of a sudden. O hotchpotch home, eclectic lair his
unfussed transfashionable true chic furnished
with Japanese pencils, Edwardian wood 
- heirloom lumber - and heirloominium filingcabinets
with drawers slampacktsofullof extensionflex, disktrays 
and powerpacks,
                                 noroominum.

Pantherine swivelchair, golden coalscuttle, 
alabaster Buddha amid cluttercoombs of trunks ‘n’ valises 
which had been baggagecarrier’d ‘cross the four vertices 
of the proverbial terrestrial squared oval.
And crates and crates and crates of shipped shells,
the Pacific peagpocketed at lowtide by the towload
and carbonneutrally freighted to Francis Court from seasides
at Siam Java California, now barfing polyspiralene padding
shells kept uncrackedin alcross the hall, 
tho’ unpacking (and disposal of packaging) 
was handledwithcare. At Chez Waif ‘n’ Stray Saviour’s,

Flat 3 on the1stfloor, veteran nicebloke’s
actions scotched the unfair yet commonplace
correlation of gettingonabit with fuddyduddism: 
craggy and posh, but more partisan than patrician, 
dirtyhanded patron of dirtyfaced freshfaced eccentrics,
the young unwashed. Thus he was first with a floor
and futon for Woody the Crusty, so Woody wouldn’t be
hypothermically flatfree, on tarmac matrah
with rest o’ Norwich’s oenological nuisance,
the Allsinging Allfuckedup Alfresco Fortifiedbritishwine Club
(who get fortified as lords, fartified as bawds, newtsoused
and nowtsensed between Tescobikestands and Guildhalltaxirank).
Sherrysharer Woody’s rescuer,