Written by Seamus Nottrew

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Tags: Poetry

Friday, 15 May 2009

From the 'Book Of Nursery Rhymes For The 21st Century'

There was a crooked Lord

There was a crooked Lord,
In a crooked House, they say,
Who offered up his services
To anyone who'd pay.

So a stranger offered money
To not do what he oughta
But, sad for him, this other man
Was a Sunday Times reporter

So the crooked little Lord ,
With his crooked little vice,
Knew at once the game was up
He would have to pay the price

There was a crooked Lord,
Integrity much lacking,
Who stood before his Peers
And they promptly sent him packing.

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