Winter Recap at 55.(Poem)

 
WINTER RECAP AT 55 
 
   This silverhead in spectacles 
      once said, "I wish to be 
   a sharpish first lieutenant in 
      the British infantry." 
   So where's he now in the dark and wind? 
   Shrunk to a small medallion in the mind. 
 
   This whiskyhead with hip-joint ache 
      enough to try a saint, 
   flickered his finest paintbrush, said, 
      "Of course one lives to paint." 
   So where's he now in the scouring wind? 
   He is a scarlet robin in the mind. 
 
   He told the girls who glanced at him 
      but would not do so twice, 
   "My charm looms huge inside me like 
      a mammoth locked in ice!" 
   What trace of that are we to find? 
   Perhaps a shy impala in the mind. 
 
   "The wicked state," he howled, "must learn 
      new union from disunion," 
   and had a tip or two to give 
      Kropotkin and Bakunin, 
   then hit the world with his ...