“Normally The Guardian publishes all of Rowson’s cartoons, but I don’t think this one. He mailed it to Heathcote who forwarded it to me. Heathcote wrote the lines when I asked him.” — Gerard Bellaart, editor/publisher
Cold Turkey Press
I think of H.W.’s stanza in the mode of G.G. Belli’s 19th-century Roman sonnets, which were written in street dialect (and were translated into their colloquial American equivalent by Harold Norse).
