Sunday, 29 April 2012

Sweeney Redux

According to the noted yanqui bard
Who toiled in finance drear to earn his keep
The going that we had of it was hard
And cricket does not furnish us relief
Well i would beg to differ mister e
Your clairvoyants with parlour mysteries
No longer hold a grim war spell on me
The Smyrna merchant's currants fail to please
So pack up all your faded ariel verse
And send it c.i.f to Valerie's
Your reputation goes from bad to worse
It's time to make the wasteland bloom and grow
And find an even miglior fabbro

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