"the perished swans"

here is the mort o’ the deer and all that
Soho declaims that
everyone derides
and there is deer meat tonight my dear love

here is the perambulant circumspection
among the pinfeathers
aswoop in the van

here is John Osborne gone to ground
on Christmas Eve
flinging a goodbye to this world

here is the lady all muckle and minx
who lays the table
with a course or two of mutton