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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about Disney World:”
The holiday was over. The giant mouse and all his clan Had packed their bags and gone. The sunshine held out till the end, The beaches kept their charm. But they’d had enough of us and we Had had enough of them. We had been there a week. The children played, the men went fishing,…
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about Clint Eastwood:”
The Old Farts Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and the rest Act their age and wish they acted less; They nurse their pride to have survived so long. And wouldn’t mind if this were their last song.
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about McDonald’s fast food:”
I can see them now, the greasy children, Sliding down the plastic slides, And stuffing their mouths with fries As their parents queue for more Of the same. Meanwhile, the staff Stand around and pick their noses, And the customers complain About the service and the food. It’s all so very sad.
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about cryptocurrency:”
The Invention Money is a thing you earn by the sweat of your brow And that’s how it should be. Or you can steal it, and go to jail; Or inherit it, and be set for life; Or win it on the pools, which is luck; Or marry it, which is what I did. And…
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about the Singularity:”
The Singularity is coming up To meet me at the station With flowers and a smile and Some bad news.
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about people:”
People What do people do all day? Oh, what do people do? They walk around and around And then they lie down, And that is all they do.
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“Here is a Philip Larkin poem about Disney World”
At Disney World, Orlando, Florida, I got on the wrong side of the tracks And the train was going slow: And the time was going slower. And beyond the wire fence and the weeds The bulldozers rumbled, And the raw earth smelled Of thousands and thousands of daisies. And the sun, which was setting, Was…