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Salvo Sixty-two, forty-one gun salutes Are the king's birthday salvo, which toots, Loud and long, years progressed— Viz., two sevens abreast ... One is puzzled by how that computes! (Monday 1st December, 2025 in Oddball Magazine) |
Sorry Say sorry, Keir Starmer. Good heavens! Obedient under-elevens Remained rather quiet, Refraining from riot ... Yet now they're at sixes and sevens! (Monday 1st December, 2025 in Light Poems of the Week) |