Die DePfeffelschrift PAGE THREE : George Szirtes

The War of Pfeffel’s Arse

So the War of Pfeffel’s Arse continued.
The Arse remained, so much the worse for us.
The chaotic course relentlessly pursued
by Blessed Arsedom called for Sunak and Truss.

What good could come of this, nobody knew,
Not Pfeffel who was sulking off elsewhere.
As for his Arse, let others paint it blue,
Little the Arse cared who’d wind up its heir.

The terms of combat were declared and set.
The Battle of Boneheads would last for weeks.
Sunak and Truss mean plenty of Arsedom yet,
And we can be shat on by four full fat cheeks.




George Szirtes’s twelfth book of poem, Reel (2004) won the T S Eliot Prize for which he has been twice shortlisted since. His most recent collection is Fresh Out of the Sky (2021). His memoir The Photographer at Sixteen (2019) was awarded the James Tait Black Prize in 2020. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and a co-winner of the International Booker translator’s prize. His own books have been translated into various languages including Italian, German, Chinese and Hungarian. He has also written for children, radio, and various composers.

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