please empty your brain below |
lovely. |
Wonderful. |
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. |
Fantastic. |
*applaud* 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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