RIP Felix Dennis
Wine, women and song. Lots of wine (and drugs of all kinds) £100 million worth of women, and some not half bad song. And he left a forest to the Nation. It doesn't get much better than that. Good on you, Felix.
Confeffion
In poesy, I flaunt fatal flaws,
Preferring ‘thou’, (or ‘thine’ to ‘yours’),
And though I never stretched to ‘thee’
I could have done, believe thou me.
It’s just pretentiousneff, one guesses,
Substituting ‘ff’s for ‘ss’es,
Yet, I mourn (like Miniver C)
The rhyming scans that died with ‘thee’,
And mourn still more the loss of ‘thou’
(So helpful when one’s bombing Slough);
But as for that, I’ve sworn an oath
To editors and readers, both,
To clothe my thoughts in modern dreff
And come to love a double ‘ss’.
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