In a moving poem, Private Eye's teenage poet, EJ Thribb, remembers The Oldie's Gentleman of the Road. How Wilfred would have loved it! With many thanks to Ian Hislop and Private Eye
Poetry Corner
In Memoriam Wilfred De’Ath, vagrant, fraudster, convict and Oldie columnist
So. Farewell
Then Wilfred De’Ath.
Every morning,
In the bathroom mirror,
You stared De’Ath
In the face.
And in latter years
You often looked Like De’Ath
Warmed up.
But eventually
De’Ath was the
One person you
Could not cheat.
Leading to the
Final headline:
“Death of De’Ath”.
E.J. Th’Ribb (17 1/2)
