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Who strolls so late, for mugs a bait,
In the mists of Maida Vale,
Sauntering past a stucco gate
Fallen, but hardly frail?

— William Plomer Poems from New Writing (1946)

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On a sofa upholstered in panther skin
Mona did researches in original sin.

Collected Poems (1960)

Out of that bungled, unwise war
An alp of unforgiveness grew.

Collected Poems (1960)

'Look who's here!
Do come and help us fiddle while Rome burns!'

The Dorking Thigh, and Other Satires (1945)

With first-rate sherry flowing into second-rate whores,
And third-rate conversation without one single pause:
Just like a young couple
Between the wars.

The Dorking Thigh, and Other Satires (1945)

So never say to D'Arcy, 'Be your age!' —
He'd shrivel up at once or turn to stone.

The Dorking Thigh, and Other Satires (1945)

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