[Engine Serang]

The boy stood on the burning deck
licking a thruppenny Walls,
The flames ran up the leg of his shorts
and singed the hair on his *****.


Next to such beautiful poetry Blakes effort is but a bit of doggerel. Our librarian must be more critical of the books she buys for our poetry shelves.
Mr V is a member of the IOM Poetry Society and likes nothing better than a quiet evening in his cabin with a slim volume of Usha Kishore and a tumbler of gin and parazone, we should co-opt him on to our Poetry Committee.