Author Tony Harrison Those snooty boys in all their purple drag! We'll never get our hands on one of those! They're like ripe fig trees stuck up on a crag ā food only for vultures and high-flying crows. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments