Classic Poem

I

alai , ay, ay! ... stutterer Demosthenes
gob full of pebbles outshouting seas —
4 words only of mi 'art aches and ... " Mine's broken,
you barbarian, T.W.! " He was nicely spoken.
" Can't have our glorious heritage done to death! "

I played the Drunken Porter in Macbeth .

" Poetry's the speech of kings. You're one of those
Shakespeare gives the comic bits to: prose!
All poetry (even Cockney Keats?) you see
's been dubbed by [vs] into RP,
Received Pronunciation, please believe [vs]
your speech is in the hands of the Receivers. "

" We say [vs] not [uz], T.W.! " That shut my trap.
I doffed my flat a's (as in " flat cap " )
my mouth all stuffed with glottals, great
lumps to hawk up and spit out ... E-nun-ci-ate!

II

So right, yer buggers, then! We'll occupy
your lousy leasehold Poetry.

I chewed up Littererchewer and spat the bones
into the lap of dozing Daniel Jones,
dropped the initials I'd been harried as
and used my name and own voice: [uz] [uz] [uz],
ended sentences with by, with, from,
and spoke the language that I spoke at home.
RIP RP, RIP T.W.
I'm Tony Harrison no longer you!

You can tell the Receivers where to go
(and not aspirate it) once you know
Wordsworth's matter / water are full rhymes,
[uz] can be loving as well as funny.

My first mention in the Times
automatically made Tony Anthony!