Immortal Lines from Modern Poetry

They glitter in the sun like tiny men

searching the sand for tiny women

to lure into their tiny hotels

--from "Glittering Flies"

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we have the zany white poet,

so zany he trades

--from "The Zany White Poet"

I'm lying on a brown leather sofa

chatting to mother on the phone.

Mother doesn't hear awfully well,

but that doesn't stop her from talking.

--from "Alakefic"

(All verses from The Times Literary Supplement, August 2, 2013)

Time to bring back Shakespeare?