Betjeman (Remove filter)
Rewilding the golf club
They’ve identified our golf club
for returning to the wild
It’s to become a verdant Eden
For every adult, dog and child
A place of natural splendour
Where no groundsmen smoke or hunker
Sheltering from the elements in the deeper fairway bunkers
No more Pringle sweaters in pink and blue and grey
No more Captain’s Prize and no more Ladies’ Day
No more midweek medals o...
Saturday 25th November 2023 6:35 pm
CORRIE AND JOHN (after Joan Hunter Dunn)
Miss Corfield, Miss Corfield, we’re destined as one
You a wood nymph, I a woodworkers son.
We both vibrate airwaves of Radio 4
You live and vivacious! I dead as a door.
With nasal enhancement and vamp-throated quirk
You take mundane news and you set it to work
Stirring old men, from straw hat to galoshes
Till backward and forth, my sawdust-blood slo...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 1:28 pm
WASH DAY STRAGGLER (Betjeman mode)
A sock lies still, alone and crumpled
Her husband left for partners-new
Tumbling midst myriad socky others
Occasionally coming into view.
Front-loader’s rumble whirr and hum
More versatile than Drake’s old drum.
Detergency now far outweighs
Matelot filth of far off days.
As Mr Sock has...
Friday 25th October 2013 12:04 pm
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