Contents ( 49)
- Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis
- Contents
- Engineers’ Corner
- All-Purpose Poem for State Occasions
- A Policeman’s Lot
- Reading Scheme
- A Nursery Rhyme
- A Nursery Rhyme
- Waste Land Limericks
- Triolet
- Emily Dickinson
- Proverbial Ballade
- Advertisement
- Lonely Hearts
- On Finding an Old Photograph
- Tich Miller
- At 3 a.m.
- From June to December
- My Lover
- Rondeau Redoublé
- Message
- Giving Up Smoking
- Manifesto
- Mr Strugnell
- Budgie Finds His Voice
- Usquebaugh
- The Lavatory Attendant
- E Pericoloso Sporgersi
- Duffa Rex
- I
- II
- Strugnell in Liverpool
- Narrative
- God and The Jolly Bored Bog-Mouse
- From Strugnell’s Sonnets
- (i) The expense of spirits,
- (ii) Not from the stars,
- (iii) My glass shall not,
- (iv) Not only marble,
- (v) How like a sprinter,
- (vi) Let me not,
- (vii) Indeed ’tis true,
- From Strugnell’s Rubáiyát
- Strugnell’s Haiku
- Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- About the Author
- By the Same Author
- Copyright
I could give you a really nice glass of lager.
8 Love Story
I thought you’d be a pushover;
I hoped I wouldn’t hurt you.
I warned you this was just a fling
And one day I’d desert you.
So kindly in your spectacles,
So solid in your jacket,
So manly in your big white car
That must have cost a packet.
I grew to like you more and more –
I didn’t try to hide it.
Fall in love with someone nice? –
I’d hardly ever tried it.
The course of true love didn’t run
Quite the way I’d planned it.
You failed to fall in love with me –
I couldn’t understand it.
9 Spring Onions
Decapitating the spring onions,
She made this mental note:
You can tell it’s love, the real thing,
When you dream of slitting his throat.
10 I’ll Be Nice
I’ll be nice to you and smile –
It’s easy for a man to win –
But I’ll hate you all the while.
I shall go the extra mile
And condone your every sin –
I’ll be nice to you and smile.
You will think I like your style;
You’ll believe I’ve given in
But I’ll hate you all the while.
Safe as an atomic pile,
Good as nitroglycerine,
I’ll be nice to you and smile.
I’ll say hypocrisy is vile
And give a reassuring grin
But I’ll hate you all the while.
Set against my wits and guile,
Manly strength won’t save your skin.
I’ll be nice to you and smile
But I’ll hate you all the while.
My Lover
For I will consider my lover, who shall remain nameless.
For at the age of 49 he can make the noise of five different kinds of lorry changing gear on a hill.
For he sometimes does this on the stairs at his place of work.
For he is embarrassed when people overhear him.
For he can also imitate at least three different kinds of train.
For these include the London tube train, the steam engine, and the Southern Rail electric.
For he supports Tottenham Hotspur with joyful and unswerving devotion.
For he abhors Arsenal, whose supporters are uncivilized and rough.
For he explains that Spurs are magic, whereas Arsenal are boring and defensive.
For I knew nothing of this six months ago, not did I want to.
For now it all enchants me.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he presents himself as a nice, serious, liberated person.
For secondly he sits through many lunches, discussing life and love and never mentioning football.
For thirdly he is careful not to reveal how much he dislikes losing an argument.
For fourthly he talks about the women in his past, acknowledging that some of it must have been his fault.
For fifthly he is so obviously reasonable that you are inclined to doubt this.
For sixthly he invites himself round for a drink one evening.
For seventhly you consume two bottles of wine between you.