THERE'S a notable family named Stein,
There's Gert and there's Ep and there's Ein.

Gert's prose is all bunk,
Ep's sculpture just junk,
And nobody understands Ein.


Kingsley Amis was born on April 16 in 1922. Early in his career, he published several volumes of poetry, although his novels, particularly Lucky Jim, were far more popular. I think it's safe to say that Amis is the best poet ever to have written a James Bond novel. After the death of Ian Fleming in 1964 he wrote Colonel Sun (1968) under the pen name of Robert Markham.

Unfortuantely he was often grouped among the "angry young men" in the 1950s. Denying such affiliations Kingsley's trademark was a lack of pretension, a virtue that depicted his anti-intellectual stance in The New Oxford Book of Light Verse which he edited. This particular anonymous limerick is one Mr. Amis found worthwhile to include and appeals to my sense of humor. Check the pipelinks to see who the poet is referring to.


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