Hallo, good maidens and sirrahs, I trust thou art all goodly
well!
This fortnight’s* close doth find our friends in merry,
olden London town,
The tower there, four-faced and spired, contains a secret,
hidden bell,
This chime, Big Ben, it has been dubbed, ‘tis that true gong
of much renown.
The clocks themselves and tower too get lumped beneath that
sobriquet,
But that’s a fact of fame, forsooth, to be defined by nearby
traits,
And I, myself, am oft confused with those that I create and
yet,
If that should be my legacy then I shall gladly thank the
Fates.
*3/26 to 4/8
Sir Geoffrey, Cubicle Bard
Geoffrey Bennett Ulrich
Paymaster
& Fiscal Apprentice
4129
Cheadle Abbey
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