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The Aesthete

I

There were two mates

One posh and one proley
One workaday one doley
One lean and one rolly

Invented a football league
With teams like 'Gerontion'
And 'Sweeney Agostini'

After bloke who said 'Ricky III the last king'
But hung around
With Ezra Pound
So you could recite his cat poems with a Chicago twang

In lefty time I surely hated
But nowadays have mentally dated

II

In windswept Firth
Bloke with pencil 'tash hoved into view

Melancholy, rural with urban abhorrence
Hung 'round 'aesthetic' with TE Lawrence

In '95 there was mixamatosis
Think Henry Willy with his battle psychosis

III

Twelve months later &; Northants bound
Frank Black and Bachelor's Cuppa Soup
Gave matters ideologue chance to re-group
At turns 'old' but at same time 'modern'

Prob'ly 'cos I met some gypsies
Prob'ly 'cos on brandy was typsies

Chesterbelloc from grave came news
Only problem: suspicion of Jews

IV

Playing with the big boys now

Deistic paintbrush makes some strokes
And false contact with 'right on' folks

Plato, Spinoza, Aquinas, Hegel
Half-time sub for Tower of Babel
Or matters matrimonial and 'godhead'

Come think of it

That was the catchphrase of me and my mate