Playing host to a load of twaddle
The Diary’s fame spreads far and wide and indeed we were delighted to receive a letter and a poem from Pakistan.
The poem, written for us, is titled Travelling Salesman. While not directly concerning the trials and tribulations of advertising agencies, it nevertheless has a quality that words can’t describe.
The Diary has published the fourth stanza for you, which we think you’ll agree has a Miltonic quality.
Mister Wordsworth, if you are so.
No you’re not. He died a long time ago?
Who are you? A drummer? Ah!
Then I’m safe from literary history.
Like to buy an electric razor?
If anyone else has a poem they would like published, please contact Penguin.
