HOME GERRY		MARBLES (An approximation of the original ad-libbed poem) By Cousin Gerry On Sunday night I stayed at home, thinking that I oughta Tune into 60 Minutes to watch the new reporter. Jeff stood outside the Parthenon and told of British vultures Who swept down into Athens and made off with all the sculptures. But what is this I hear this morning, is our hero faulty? Has Jeff legged it with a portrait of Sir Henry Bolte? That's the way it seems to go when you work in TV town, You're at the top, you get caught out, and it all comes crashing down. Is this the end of Jeff's career, the start of many troubles? (Pronounced "trar-bles") Or are Athenians not not alone in losing all their marbles?