The Snake on D. H. Lawrence
The Snake on D. H. Lawrence
Original Text
Warburton , N. J. . "The Snake on D. H. Lawrence." Unauthorized Versions: Poems and their Parodies. Ed. Kenneth Baker. London: Faber and Faber, 1990.
1Some creep came to my water trough
2And stood there, hopping from foot to foot,
3In his pyjamas.
4I knew his sort--a poet.
5The dark-haired ones are all right, mild drinkers perhaps,
6But the red-heads are liable to fly off the handle.
7He put the whole length of my back up, standing there
8Like a stick of rock.
9I could tell what he was thinking--'They're all the same'.
10I reminded him of his penis.
11So I thought, right mate, you can just wait till I've had my fill.
12What a nerve! To think that the whole poem of my existence
13Is just to be a piece of his foetid imagery!
14I was just framing in my mind some neat metaphor for him,
15When he hurled a lump of wood at me.
16Therefore I relieved myself in the trough and left.
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Ian Lancashire
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