SECOND POST: WE HAVE BEEN, ONCE AGAIN, HONOURED BY THE GREAT POET LAUREATE OF THE EAST AND SOUTH PACIFIC, SIR RUN RUN SHAW IIXX. Here is the second part of his masterpiece: “The Legend of Stingy Jim”.
Once in Poletown in Detroit, his slithering silhouette to feed at Zosia;
With slurred-up speech so gutter-born, so Brooklynese, spot-on Leo Durocha;
That’s how he speaks, his fists so tight, he hides the ham ’cause that “ain’t kosha”;
Ask him for a morsel, “thinnest slice of lard, Oh kind Sir”, and he’ll say “No Sha”.
What Son of Adam can take the Beast and adopt his every move and muttering?
Yet, it is said by ancient sages that the alpha-Beast is e’er the “rich one buttering”
The princely toast so thick and wide, it makes the poor man stare a-stuttering
With entreaties on his wretched lips, Jim sends his soul to Hades fluttering.