Club
He arrives at the Club and signs in,Drops his monocle and wipes his eyes,
He enters the Library of first editions
And last words,
Sits down on a dead animal,
Wipes his eyes and squints in his monocle,
Yawns and stretches for a nearby book.
The man in a dinner jacket only reads dust jackets.
Later at dinner, he asks his next door neighbour:
'I say, have you read...?'
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-06-18 at 20:39
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