Dear Sir,
I feel I need to write to you about This --
Did you have a hand in the whole of This
Waking?
Was your hand shaking when making
This Bliss
Or were you just taking
the piss?
Was it maybe a hit and miss
At playing sweet new chords
Standing by the abyss
Deep with words
Like swords
Or birds
Less miss than hit
Everything has been writ
By bouncy young poets coming to This
Weekly Bliss
Oh we will so miss
This.
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