Your words just failed to rally me,

(though I admit it was a near thing)

The rain just dissolved them

But such things happen

When flatterers meet


Your tricks have stopped amusing me

Though it’s true you do try hard

I can’t compete with flattery

Lest you catch me

Off my guard


You’re far too smart

For your own good

Thought I suppose

You’d disagree

To fight the world is easy

But you try fighting me


New Inn Hall Street

Hilary, 1976