I've been sunning my fat arse on French beaches. Now it's back to work. Life is real, life is earnest etc etc. How about this? You have to know the dreadful man goes on about courage (he hasn't got any), his legacy (hah!) and Tory CUTS versus Labour INVESTMENT (which means spending - I think Obama goes on in the same way but I may be wrong about that). Spherians will not need a crib, but nevertheless I will return and give you one.
Premier Poetry
‘Courage!’ he said, and pointed to the shore.
‘Labour Investment leads to paths of glory.
My strong right arm (it’s what your right arm’s for)
Prevents Earth’s Greatest Nation going Tory.
Honest Labour bears a lovely face.
There is one creed. In this we stand or fall.
Should Tory Cuts deprive us of our place
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Behold! My hair is grey, but not with years.
O polished perturbation! Golden care!
Our policies – I watered them with tears.
I see them all, so excellently fair.
I see them all. The Legacy of Gordon,
Led through a sad variety of woe,
It walked the town awhile, now seldom pored on.
Do we despair? Are we downhearted? No!’
Line 1: Tennyson
Line 2: Gray
Line 3: Robert Southey
Line 4: John Russell Lowell
Line 5: Dekker
Line 6: Chesterton
Line 6: Milton
Line 8: Shakespeare
Line 9: Byron
Line 10: Shakespeare
Line 12: Coleridge
Line 14: Pope
Line 15: Milton
Line 16: Anon
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