sloughpoem("sunday"song-influence)-from which betjeman book is it from?

[sistasheila]

the passionssite give the info that the every day is like sunday lyrics are inspired from the slough poem but they dont give the info in which book from him the poem can be found....so?
passions also mentioned a poem called "Me lodger "by betjeman but also dont offer the info in which book that poem can be found if soembody knows this latter mentioned poem also- great..but slough is more "urgent"

thanks for help
my hometown(danish) library has 80 books found from john betjeman( lthe listfrom their complete branches all over denmark which can be ordered )..and even as a free text slough cannot be found
http://bibliotek.dk/vis.php?origin=...=eng&field_aar=year_eq&term_aar=&target[]=dfa

 

[Kewpie]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Betjeman

http://www.johnbetjeman.com/

 

[lapislazuli]

Slough (from "Continual Dew", 1937)

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:

And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.

But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It's not their fault that they are mad,
They've tasted Hell.

It's not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It's not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead

And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead.

In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.

Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.

http://www-cdr.stanford.edu/intuition/Slough.html

 

[mozzia]

I can't read or think of this poem without remembering The Office (UK version). That was actually the first time I heard it, on that programme...I should probably be embarrassed about that...oh well.