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The poetry of sir Redaulf Proxexette

During the 1940s Britain was in a damp foreboding hell of bombs. Wence come forth a poet doth up-push a populations morale? Doth yet it did, in the form of Redaulf Proxexette. He was a man of words, not spoken, but written in shaky arm fluid spilt by the blitz. I remember every night he used to shudder and shake under the bomb hits over london. But his arm kept mekking out divine lit.

Recent kritical analysis of Redaulf has focused on his issues with house-flies, and how they would drive him to alcoholism. Indeed, it is hard to ignore frequent Musca domestica References in his work. Most notably in his short prose “Flies are annoying buggers” 
Which describes a picnic he was having interrupted by a house fly shitting on his crumpet.

During his heady 70’s years he built many styrofoam cars and left them in the road for commuters to ponder over. He was sued later that year after he killed 10 people in car accidents on the m1. “We all wondered what he was on” says Eewger Wring, a close freind of Redualf’s, “Turns out it was crushed up 70’s bong. We had to air pump that shit out of him like a botox.”

 

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