Last night Mother I said the pub is full of scousepoets. It's like Yates Wine Lodge on the East Lancs Road - Northern prats declaiming so-called poems Full of ghastlypuns. All I wanted was a quiet pint. This morning I went out with a small but serviceable machine gun And eliminated a number of bearded Liverpudlians. Let me die a youngman's death, they cried, Not a soft between the sheets with angels twanging harps type death. So I did. This afternoon Hobnailbooted police cars scour the city Plangent sirens blaring "You'll never walk alone". I cower in the carpark muttering you've blundered you've blundered. I ponder my next move, but I cannot move. Their tracker dogs will sniff me out; They have my smellysocks.
Penguin Modern Poets 10 - The Mersey Sound, first published in the Beatles era.and are both going strong, so I will spare them the dreaded brackets. They were two of the poets - the third was the late Adrian Henri - to be featured in
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