GOODBYE TO ALL THAT
Went into self-exile
across the white waves
he of 'The White Goddess',
the Muse-poet Robert Graves.
Went into self-exile
for things just weren't cricket
to the man who felt
like a 'Roebuck In The Thicket' ?
MISTER-MATERIAL-MAGIC
Your soul you sold
to Mr. Mephisto.
You will get your goal
with the "Hey Presto"
from the cold lips of he
whose magic works just materially.
RUDE RUDYARD
Went young Rudyard Kipling,
after drinking, or rather tippling,
into the foreign city's night.
There opium and dark prostitutes
offered their flowers and their fruits.
Offered the writer their delights.
And where every Jack had another's Jill
would Kipling also find himself a thrill.
Victoria wouldn't have thought it right !
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