please empty your brain below



Smashing, but missing something.

Ah yes: A ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-a-ding!

Why do I now have an overwhelming urge to sing an old Ralph McTell song?

DG for next Poet Laureate.

That could easily be Auden. Extremely special.

I know a bus where the crazy frog crows,
Where the top deck is strewn with old chicken bones,
Quite over-priced, often slow often late,
And held on the roads as a figure of hate.



You are wasted here.

Do you know the way to San Jose?

Exit, pursued by a bear.

I did know a London when I was a lad
Where most things seemed good rather than bad
We took our children to show them the sights
To open their eyes to a box of delights.

I am most impressed. Not surprised, but very impressed.

Is there anything to which you can't turn your keyboard, DG (and poetic commenters)?

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