Sculpture theft in Dulwich

A short verse lamenting the theft of one of Dame Barbara Hepworth’s masterpieces from Dulwich Park. The police think the thieves will melt down Two Forms.

The ghost of Barbara Hepworth

Looked towards London’s bare earth

And wailed “Right at this juncture

Some bastard’s nicked my sculpture”

Tags: ,


About this site likes to mark significant moments in public life with a short verse - usually in Clerihew form. We've tightened our poetic belt and cut everything right back to the bare essentials. Every verse on this site takes up fewer than 140 characters, so feel free to tweet them to your friends.

Verse about…