Gabriel Fitzmaurice: ‘The Poet Gets His Comeuppance’

The Poet Gets His Comeuppance

The poet holds court in the Bards’ Lounge Bar
Master of all he sees,
Enter a woman six feet tall
(The poet is five feet three);

The poet barks “Stand up I say,
I want to admire your butt”,
She looks at him with deep disdain
And answers with a cut.

“Stand up”, the poet orders her,
She holds him with her gaze
And in a trice dismisses him—
“You little man”, she says.

Gabriel Fitzmaurice