[Rob Stuart]

I think surrealism is the way to go, Nicholas. I'm going to try a cento.

There was an ancient mariner
Who went to Innisfree.
He had a mask like Castlereagh
In nineteen sixty-three.

From morn to noon he fell, from noon
We shouted ‘Harry By!’
If I should die think only this
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

‘I am half-sick of shadows,’ said
A fluctuating charm.
‘A host of golden daffodils
Were walking arm in arm.

‘I struck the board and cried ‘No more!’’
And ‘Oh, ’tis true, ’tis true!’
If we had world enough and time.
So rudely forc’d. Tereu.’