"Where is Mr Brown?"
Asked the Queen, perturbed.
"He should have been down
by six fifteen." She demurred.
The First Lord, sat
not wanting to be disturbed.
"Primus inter pares! Crap!
I'd swap Darling for his bird."
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Already posted some place else, but I'd welcome any comments from those who visit here who don't visit there.
Toodle pip, Hektor.
TheNymph

like this very much. it made me smile.