blatant copies of stevie smith poems

Oh, If Only ...

The intellectual Englishman shrank away from the bedside.
There in bed lay the Englishwoman Blah in the arms of Captain Thomas.
Oh, the ineffable smug look of Blah (thought the young intellectual)
The satisfaction, the noble-animal dignity, the imperial carelessness!
As Blah lay smiling in her sleep, a shadow crossed the face of Thomas.
He awoke, and putting his arm across Blah's breast
He stared in a sullen and offended manner at the young intellectual.
Go to hell, cried Thomas. Go to hell, cried the young intellectual.
A purely nervous situation for you I fancy, sneered Thomas.
The young intellectual crept weeping away,
Oh, if he could only experience emotional extravagance!