Another Tribute to Leigh Delamere

Again, I'm re-imagining the eponymous M4 service station as a Pre-Raphaelite painter/poet, this time fleshing out some details. Leigh is depicted as a fairly uninspiring if slightly questionable figure, somewhat redeemed by his respect for artistic and literary conventions.

Leigh Delamere, your services include,

some innocently goaty daubs of girls

looking pensive: a tongue pinkly extrudes

from lips; swan neck; a modest string of pearls.

Your services also include some verse,

jejunely allegorical at best

almost insanely mimsy at its worst.

Leigh Delamere, I must confess I jest.

You are, if not particularly good,

at least some sort of formalist, and not

some slam git reading out his shopping list

(back-to-front cap, gratuitously rude).

You’re not, at any rate, part of the rot,

and in a quiet way you will be missed.

I think this really has to be another Trip Advisor Review. I've up-loaded it, and will provide a link if and when it appears.