There's a new kid on the block.





'tis Lilly Lillo,
with her ever ready biro,
a friend of a Grecian urn,
a butt of sack of dry sherry,
such is the patience turn,
the white of the hawthorn
and the holly's red berry.

Undo the righteous,
make Queens weep,
pull down the steeple,
all in a heap,
send butterflies of love to us,
assault the keep.

She reminds me of a librarian from hell,
the Bunty, the Tiger and the bell,
but her lance is sharper
and will carry further.

Those that run from the ghost in the wardrobe,
do great things.

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