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[ To T. E. Lawrence when the latter was a corporal in the Royal Air Force :] Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?).
At twelve noon/The natives swoon/ And no further work is done/ But mad dogs and Englishmen/Go out in the midday sun.
But I believe that since my life began
But I believe that since my life began The most I’ve had is just A talent to amuse.
Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.
Dear Randolph, utterly unspoiled by failure.
Don’t let’s be beastly to the Germans When our Victory is ultimately won.
Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington,
Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington,/Don’t put your daughter on the stage,/The profession is overcrowded/ And the struggle’s pretty tough/ And admitting t he fact/She’s burning to act,/That isn’t quite enough.
Englishmen detest a siesta.
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