19 AUGUST 1955, Page 7

SAMUEL DERONDA has been so flattered by the attention he

is receiving from Mr. John Wain in another part of this paper that he has written from Reigate and enclosed a poem for the delectation of the Spectator's readers :

And what for that why then? breath In scabrous so and so. me

The turgid waves in wild alarm And flipping Rosy Lea.

The oyster on the run. Binoculars and waving oars So what? The Poet breathes Ti turn ti tuna ti ti. The ghostly Dennis may he be Fair Minnie Stroney is love to Close eyes in Sloth we Sun! Never were who are not not