When her guests were awash with champagne and with ginShe was recklessly sober, as sharp as a pin:An abstemious man would reel at her lookAs she rolled a bright eye and praised his last book.
"Slightly Foxed", line 25.
The commonplace needs no defence,Dullness is in the critic’s eyes,Without a licence life evolvesFrom some dim phase its own surprise;Under these yellow-twinkling elms,Behind these hedges trimly shorn,As in a stable once, so hereIt may be born, it may be born.William Plomer
His most celebrated poems are, of course, the historical-satirical ballads (A or even X certificate) in which a person or period is "hit off", in the sense both of being preserved and hit for six.William Plomer
His poetry may be divided into comic extravaganza on the one hand, and more personal work on the other. There is no one like him in the world in the former genre; as a "light poet" he is preferable to John Betjeman – as fluent in traditional forms, his work is never vitiated by refuge in the poetical or high sentimental, and his choice of words is subtler, funnier and altogether sharper. In his other vein Plomer is fastidious, reticent, elegant and the author of some memorable and moving lines.William Plomer
Out of that bungled, unwise war An alp of unforgiveness grew.William Plomer
On a sofa upholstered in panther skin Mona did researches in original sin.William Plomer