Lyric in the Manner of Gavin
Ewart
by Chris Wallace-Crabbe
A gentleman poet, I’d not write things about
your bristols;
Praising you in lyrical gold, I’d still not mention
your bristols;
I mean, it would not be delicate within the genre to invoke
your bristols,
Even though bawdy verse could handle such topics as
your bristols.
You have many signal beauties, not least among them
your bristols
And yet literary decorum would have to embargo
your bristols.
(I do like the word, embargo, but not when applied to
your bristols.)
Speaking of application, I’d like to get my hands, etc., back onto
your bristols,
But not use them in a poem. Oh no, not
your bristols.
Such cream and strawberries. But I shall not write a single line about
your bristols.
Copyright © 2002 by Chris Wallace-Crabbe.
