Splendid, John. Perhaps it's a pity about the singular/plural rhymes in the last stanza. What about something like:
xxLast - I love those early-comers - send a girl of thirteen summers,
xxEre the curse of Death the Drummer's sent her ashes to a flask.
xxThis is all I have to ask
As for Sylvia Fairley, she is of course a distinguished name in the competition world. I suggested that she join the Sphere, on the grounds that "If you can't beat them, get them to join you."
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