I was right. This is compulsive. God help Lucy!
A sun-bronzed Surrey tennis girl
sets a soldier’s heart a-whirl.
They park the car, do nothing naughty
and get engaged around twelve-forty.
(Betjeman)
The waking King is heard to utter
whining royal demands for butter.
“Try marmalade,” the cow replies,
then, like a sycophant, complies.
(Milne)
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