Yes! One of my all time favourites.
Andrew
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From: "Jon Corelis" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, August 05, 2005 1:49 PM
Subject: A bracing poem
> What The Chairman Told Tom
>
> Poetry? It's a hobby.
> I run model trains.
> Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons.
>
> It's not work. You dont sweat.
> Nobody pays for it.
> You could advertise soap.
>
> Art, that's opera; or repertory -
> The Desert Song.
> Nancy was in the chorus.
>
> But to ask for twelve pounds a week -
> married, aren't you? -
> you've got a nerve.
>
> How could I look a bus conductor
> in the face
> if I paid you twelve pounds?
>
> Who says it's poetry, anyhow?
> My ten year old
> can do it and rhyme.
>
> I get three thousand and expenses,
> a car, vouchers,
> but I'm an accountant.
>
> They do what I tell them,
> my company.
> What do you do?
>
> Nasty little words, nasty long words,
> it's unhealthy.
> I want to wash when I meet a poet.
>
> They're Reds, addicts,
> all delinquents.
> What you write is rot.
>
> Mr Hines says so, and he's a shcoolteacher,
> he ought to know.
> Go and find work.
>
> Basil Bunting
>
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