Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class
The defensive is perilous policy in war
The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper’s
The infant candidate delights in his honesty
There is no first claim
There’s nothing like a metaphor for an evasion
They’re always having to retire and always hissing
Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions
Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh
Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs
To beg the vote and wink the bribe
We can’t hope to have what should be
We have a system, not planned but grown
World cannot pardon a breach of continuity