Humpfrey
Bogart rides dumb waiter to Casablanca.
Greenstreet in fez and white suite whips flies dead.
We whisper secrets in the Fool & Bladder
The spies, Leech & Lamprey, eavesdrop us.
Landlord Russ Catt, Suffolk stone-licking champeen,
claims Henry the First once choked on this spot
in fourteen-fifty-three. Throbbing bulbous
bloodshot eyes are persuasive. Once he licked one
thousand stones in just one hour. Languid lipped,
pueumatic limbed, a gurgle ball of gungey
frogspawn in his throat. We departed when we
had heard him out feeling modestly pissed.
Grimbeau 