Take your sword,
Because you have a board,
No iron is present though,
A life of woe.
A shiny object made of metal,
Alas it's just a kettle,
A warm cove?
Oh no, it's just a stove.
A hiss of steam,
A sad dream.
Take your sword,
Because you have a board,
No iron is present though,
A life of woe.
A shiny object made of metal,
Alas it's just a kettle,
A warm cove?
Oh no, it's just a stove.
A hiss of steam,
A sad dream.
comparison is the thief of joy
That's just beautiful, Mark. Very deep.
Nice. I like to see poetry on here though it seldom gets much feedback.
I like the play on words.
Dudley Moore: Do you feel you've learnt by your mistakes here?
Peter Cook: I think I have, yes, and I think I can probably repeat them almost perfectly.
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