Light verse
I.
On treeless heath, in sylvan grove,
On wind-swept hillside, in sheltered cove,
On planes which flew, in subs which dove,
On trains you took, in cars you drove,
From dismal Hexham to sun-drenched Hove,
The self-same cry rings out: By Jove!
There's such a man as Michael Gove!
II.
Pardon me for being so rude:
It was not me; it was some dude.
He just popped up ( Read more... )
On treeless heath, in sylvan grove,
On wind-swept hillside, in sheltered cove,
On planes which flew, in subs which dove,
On trains you took, in cars you drove,
From dismal Hexham to sun-drenched Hove,
The self-same cry rings out: By Jove!
There's such a man as Michael Gove!
II.
Pardon me for being so rude:
It was not me; it was some dude.
He just popped up ( Read more... )
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