With the Poet Laureateship expected to fall vacant next year, here is my application:
The French have filet de boeuf en croûte, the Germans they have mustard,
But we have something twice as good: bananas and custard.
So make room for the milkman, room for him allow.
With his cheery call, he's a friend to all; and he's cheaper than a cow.
On the occasion of the Prince of Wales's first marriage, no less a bard than Sir John Betjeman managed to come up with:
Blackbirds in City churchyards hail the dawn,
Charles and Diana, on your wedding morn.
So I really ought to be in with a very good chance.
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