Rowing to Rhodesia

My writings—a mixed bag. I’ve been writing safely dull and inoffensive poems since 1956, but I’ve noticed of late that FARCE (“alien elements” they’re called) has occasionally taken residence in my verses. This can sometimes be considered “a problem,” but I think a problem that can be endured for the sake of the action, the plot, the “whole nine yards,” and for what is generously called “life.” And well, “poetry.”