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Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Pinot from Pomeroy's

Leo McKern portrays Rumpole the brief.
Of thespians, Leo’s Commander-in-Chief.
His treatments show Horace no plush toy from Steiff.
Yet, sadly, he lacks his C. K. Scott Moncrieff
to decipher his tales for the Mont Blanc massif,
perhaps with a "lost on the ice" leitmotif.
All erstwhile attempts have, en fin, come to grief,
as unfulfill'd readers exclaim, “Where’s the beef…?”

Nevertheless, it’s my fervent belief --
and, I'm quick to admit, this all comes as relief –
that soon shall arrive gli autor’ with a sheaf
of splendid translations which turn a new leaf
in the book of the spread of the Rumpole debrief.
(A further admission: I wholly would lief
if these versions be render'd by Ciaran O’Keeffe.  
Consider my verses your aperitif.)

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"