H.M. Holloway Prison, ca. 1896
Well, hi! How nice to find you here
In this unusual setting. It’s been awhile,
You look just as you did then, up near.
Cool’s always in style!
Me? Don’t ask. Not well, I fear.
Old age, you know—a trial!
Isn’t this the dress you wore that fall
To Piers Horey’s do, at Rainham Hall?
How’s Piers these days? No, you don’t say!
Can’t believe that he’s no more!
So, then, the bugger’s gone today.
He loved life—was mad that way.
I remember him telling Jemima Minor:
Come, love, you’ve had a cock in your mouth before!
At 3 a.m on the dining-room floor.
News of Prudie? There’s not that much,
Married up, and now she’s Dutch—
A Dutch duchess, you understand!
What of Lefty, remember him?
Worked like mad to beat the band.
Full of vigor, tons of vim.
I hear he became governor of the Bank of England,
Or was it Holloway Prison? Good for him!
Well, so it goes! Mustn’t keep you!
Won’t persist. For none of us no more exist.
Comments