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‘The Literary World’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 38: Mister Alfred Tennyson sat like a baby / Doing his poetic business.at do one’s business (v.) under business, n.
‘The Literary World’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 38: Mister Alfred Tennyson sat like a baby / Doing his poetic business. ‘Fiction and the Reading Public’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 54: For I call the tune in this racket; / I pay your screw.at screw, n.1
‘He Hears that his Beloved has become Engaged’ Coll. Poems (1988) 66: We thought you stooging for the management.at stooge, v.
‘Poetry of Departures’ in Less Deceived 34: Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, / As epitaph: / He chucked up everything / And just cleared off.at chuck up, v.2
‘Places, Loved Ones’ Less Deceived
16: Yet, having missed them, you’re / Bound, none the less, to act / As if what you settled for / Mashed you, in fact.at mash, v.
‘If, My Darling’ Less Deceived
42: A Grecian Statue kicked in the privates.at private, n.
‘Toads’ Less Deceived 32: Ah, were I courageous enough / To shout Stuff your pension!at stuff, v.1
‘Breadfruit’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 141: This makes them join (the boys) the tennis club, / Jive at the Mecca, use deodorants.at jive, v.1
‘The Dance’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 156: [...] some shoptalking shit who leads me off / To supper and his bearded wife.at shit, n.
‘Ape Experiment Room’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 160: A Ph.D. with a beard / And nympho wife.at nympho, adj.
‘Poem About Oxford’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 179: City we shared without knowing [...] Till we left, and were glad to be going / (Unlike the arselicker who stays).at arse-licker (n.) under arse-lick, v.
‘This Be the Verse’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 180: They fuck you up, your mum and dad.at fuck up, v.
‘Sad Steps’ Coll. Poems
(1988) 169: Groping back to bed after a piss / I part thick curtains.at piss, n.
‘The Life with a Hole in it’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 202: (Six kids, and the wife in pod, / And her parents coming to stay).at in pod (adj.) under pod, n.1
‘The Life with a Hole in it’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 202: What the old ratbags mean / Is I’ve never done what I don’t.at ratbag, n.
‘Love Again’ in Coll. Poems (1988) 215: Love again: wanking at ten past three.at wanking, n.
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