Dylan Thomas, in First Class, dispatching Rainbow Trout
(tatties, peas and half a stout).
There’s scurf on the shoulders of his tweed
(‘Howell’s of St. Mary St., Cardiff’).
Mistook him for a Beatle. “Ringo’s in the dining car!”
“A cwtsh for a poxy autograph?”
(Who’s he think he is! Richard Burton?)
“Thruppence for a Bourbon Finger?”
(that’s the biscuit not the liquor)
Rumbling over the Severn, my belly thinking my throat’s been cut.