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Poet extraordinaire of the English places,
acknowledged, feted, Laureated:
he knew them all, felt it all, was loved
by all - and yet, something in his psyche
failed: you see, he couldn't cope with
the drill: so he went down the road
of buffoonery; you would be hard pressed
to credit the inanity of facial
expression he could pull for
the television viewers, yourself one;
and though they say he was religious --
fought in big round letters to preserve
St Mary's in the Strand -- like
Shakespeare, he deferred religion, as one
might a tax return, but simpler
to fill in, submitted in time,
stamped 'saved'. |
