Whe the Earl pulled out his bloody great tool at tea
To do the pageboy wrong,
His Chaplain cried in incredulity
'How long, oh Lord, how long!'
This is another winner from Robert Conquest, the greatest composer of limericks since Anon.Of course I am aware it is not a limerick. Wake up at the back there. I wouldn't have posted it if the tone had not been lowered irretrievably already. Ithink, though I am not sure, that this text, trawled from the internet, is slightly different from the one available in Kingsley Amis's Memoirs.We must hope the definitive version appears in Mr Conquest's latest book of poems. Incidentally, Robert Conquestis 93. Kirkpatrick Dobie published a book of poems at eighty-seven. Can anyone tell me of a more mature poet than either of these splendid men?
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