by Siderious Nuncius (just for a change!)

Pass one from Wales...

To Marloes and to Marloes and to Marloes

Creeps in this Sketty pace from Dai to Dai

To the last Ullapool[1] of recorded time:

And all our Iestyn days have Illtyd fools

The way to dust Ty-nant. Out! Out! Brief Cadfael.

Life's but a walking boyo, a poor player

Who struts and frets his Gower upon the stage

And then is heard Bryn Mor; Idris a tale

Told by an idiot, full of Saundersfoot and

Signifying Cledwyn.

Pass two via Hollywood...

To Farrow and to Harlow and to Garbo

Creeps in this Peyton Place from day to day

To the Lassie label of recorded time:

And Alda Doris Days have lighted fools

The Wayne to Destry death. Out! Out! Brief Encounter.

Life’s but a walking Truman Show, a poor Player

Who struts and Fred Astaire upon the stage

And Demi’s heard no Moore; E.T.’s a tale

Told by Ann-Margaret, full of sound and fury

Sigourney-fying nothing.