They Call Him REG
written by: David Dumouriez
Not Hugh John Mungo Grant, nor Archie Leach;
not Ulysses S. Grant, but Richard E:
a man so indivisible from glee
you wonder if he ever sits or sleeps.
Engagement feeds that manic blue-eyed gleam:
aware of what the senses might provide –
a nod to the perfumier inside –
he buys a daily ticket to the dream.
And those who’ve never met him feel they did.
His ethic’s plain and easily transferred:
transparency is all; regret’s absurd;
the sooner trouble’s faced, the faster rid.
He lives in a museum, did you know,
where tattered puppets looking out keep tabs
upon the haughty head of Streisand, Babs,
beneath the light of his beloved Joan.
REG thesps a little, too. A leading man.
An actor trained to play a prince or bum
who, as a Hammers fan, knows how to slum,
but, equally, can swank it up at Cannes.
He once demanded, in an addled tone,
the best examples of the blessed grape;
while that was never close to taking shape,
let’s say he’s quite a vintage of his own.
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