A packet of poets

Find 11 hidden poets – plus one if you prefix ‘Mc’

If you should smoke at seventeen,

However hard you try to hide

Those fingers stained with brown in gloves,

Your mother won’t be mystified;

She’ll eye those stains by Rontgen rays!

So now whip lather in a bowl

(A regular kind of soap will do)-

Pink as a gerbil’s tongue’s your goal.

Then lay your hand on nestling towels

To varnish as in pamper bars.

We all applaud enamelled nails

That strum imaginary guitars.

Refer to: ‘Hidden’