rumbling over the severn, my belly thinking my throat’s been cut.

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)

And, me?

Rumbling over the Severn, my belly thinking my throat’s been cut.