A Larkinesque Souvenir of the Left Bank

(and of the Left Wing-only by permission of the cops)

They fuck you up, your mummies and daddies,

They make you mean, and moody blue,

Their fault you’re dummy-spitting saddies,

That life’s turned shit, oh yes, it’s true.

Some fuckers, though, will never learn,

Fooled by posh twats with Latin quotes,

Whose nanny’s...

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O moon, why are you vain tonight?
inflated with yourself so bright
I walk this forest meadow lit
by your luminescent grin

You cause the trees to cast about
as giants stumble when they doubt
from shadow creatures thin and stout
the crickets make a din

I see a chanted castle grand
upon a misted hilltop stand
it’s stretching out a ghostly hand
that tempts me to come in

The visi...

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social distancing scorned

masks impede his beard

visor scares the reindeer

spooking as he steered

medics shave his whiskers

off with red festive attire

reindeer pining for Santa

cough softly at their byre

tube down Santa's chimney

no more season's greetings

in a coma Christmas begets

few hale or hearty meetings

drones take Santa's place

icy pla...

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