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This Officer who came
to run Ship's Office
A proper Toff who dressed just like a gent
Spoke measured English of the BBC
Wrote in the School Paper a lovely piece
Saying Akbar reminded him architecturally well
'Of the villas of Torre Annunciata
Or His Majesty's Prison
at Brixton Southwest One'
And from it a boy discovered wit
Can lead the mind to happy thoughts
Lifting the spirits with its turn of words.
Those words will live forever in the mind
Growing into a fine lusty garden
A funny spur that catalyses life. |
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