Charlie
ROLLI
When the late Charles Chaplin came to tea
unexpectedly, we
talked little
stared much
shamming drink with the cups
dry
Finally, I (a child, then) said
“Charlie, you’re awfully clever”
He smiled
“But I can see your coccyx”
The great man spat his tea, grabbed
his hat, his cane
And down the lane he went
clattering, quick, spilling
bones all the way