I entered Tracey Emin's bed But in my pencil was no lead So she sent me home instead.
"Is this Cockfosters?" "No, it's mine." The joke must be old as time, Yet it's still cracked on the Dilly Line
ON A HOMOSEXUAL TOUCHING UP THE REV. IAN PAISLEY
Unless I'm very much mistaken, The greatest liberty ever taken.
If you ever happen upon David Lea, Give him a hard kick from me And speak to him unpleasantly. He will not stock my books, you see.
* Poetry Buyer at the London Review Bookshop
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Clive Murphy was born in Liverpool in 1935. He was educated and brought up in Ireland. In 1958, he came to live in London where he has devoted himself to writing and teaching. His three books of verse, Sour Grapes , Cave Canem and Orts and All are available from Brick Lane Books, 132 Brick Lane, London E1.