John Betjeman

Rookie (28 August 1906 – 19 May 1984 / London, England)

John Betjeman Poems

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41. Five O'Clock Shadow 5/9/2011
42. Death In Leamington 5/9/2011
43. Devonshire Street W.1 5/9/2011
44. An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield 5/9/2011
45. A Mind's Journey To Diss 5/9/2011
46. A Bay In Anglesey 5/9/2011
47. Felixstowe, Or The Last Of Her Order 5/9/2011
48. Dawlish 5/9/2011
49. Back From Australia 5/9/2011
50. Diary Of A Church Mouse 5/9/2011
51. Meditation On The A30 4/19/2007
52. False Security 5/9/2011
53. A Subaltern's Love Song 5/9/2011
54. Slough 4/3/2007
Best Poem of John Betjeman

Slough

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:

And smash his ...

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Slough

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

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