Ira Robbins

His magazine was legendary to me
In nineteen hundred and eighty-three
Or so
As if it were written for the teenage Wes
Yes!
Trouser Press impressed
And even though it died
Its book length record guide survived
And I felt such pride to be inside
These things were important then
He still wields the pen
On novels, that’s what he’ll read
And I’m sure in Frank Sidebottom terms,
They’re not Bobbins
I’m sure they’re red red
And please welcome Ira Robbins