A poem to the author Julian McLaren-Ross (1912-1964) that I chanced upon yesterday. I'm not sure if it is permissible to reproduce it in full so I'll just quote a few lines and point to it. This is my kind of poetry, nothing abstract or vague about it, no need for interpretation. Author, David Collard -

We love your tales of squaddies, spivs and chancers;
Of clots and colonels, pukka sahibs, drunks;
Of chaps in digs, of salesmen, tarts and dancers,
How some are decent types and others skunks.

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You fabulous, bibulous arch self-inventor -
With cane and dark glasses and camel-hair coat.
Seductive, productive, intransigent mentor
To thinkers and drinkers and this pisspoor poet.