Pelham, old egg

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my poem about my favourite author Sir P.G Wodehouse and how he single-handedly and simultaneously enhanced infinitely and ravaged completely the experience of reading for me.

Submitted: December 03, 2011

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Pelham, Old Egg! You've ruined books for me!

But I'd be remiss if I didn't forgive what you took from me.

One spin of your yarn is like the warmest fireplace,

I feel all other writers might have spat in my face.

I read the revered Sovietski today,

He won five Nobel prizes for writing this play.

Three pages in and the book was in shreds,

It sleeps in the bin at the foot of bed.

The only true tonic for a toxic day's labour,

Is to sit and recline at Blandings and savour

The feather-light touch of the thinking man's clown,

Better served chilled with a pipe and a gown.


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