Nice One, Arthur

Arthur Symons, dear companero,
You took yourself too seriously.
But you were generous when tumescent,
And the hard-up girls you shagged,
Their unguent pots, their cast-off smalls,
Stay bright with lovely chemical colours.

 Tony Grist

If you've any comments on this poem, Tony Grist would be pleased to hear from you.

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