 |
|
 |
|
 |
 |
|
|
| |
|
A GOOD SACKING
|
|
I
|
| |
Pray Americans come.
Booted. On. Now.
Sybil, wait: it is tea
when the biscuit broke
you like my uncle
John Ball, our
Chairman, took
calls from
Broadway to
Wimbledon.
|
|
2
|
| |
By the walls: a horse.
And in exchange
gifts which
yield information.
Necessary. To this,
a hard something
'placed
In bakelite red'.
To personnelto
me.
|
|
3
|
| |
I shared a cab
once with Margot
Fonteyn.
Lovely legs.
I am thinking this as
the drawbridge
lifts on my good times
with Razzle and Inc.
So praise
God
a-men.
|
|
|
|
|
|
