Grimbeau

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.