Pasternak: his transgression, and my revenge
This little poem popped into my mind on the Underground. (I’m very, very tired.)
Boris Pasternak
farted on my haversack.
I kicked him in his knackers-sack
(I had to get the bastard back.)
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2 Responses to “ Pasternak: his transgression, and my revenge ”
Bruce, any chance you’re a fan of I’m sorry I haven’t a Clue on R4? You’ve clearly extended the concept of one song sung to the tune of another by paying homage to a poet in the style of another. Who’d have thought Pasternak could be referenced in a poem in the style of McGonagall. I tip my hat. and await your next. Maybe a Wordsworth / Pam Eyres mash up…
Harsh on poor Boris, I feel.