I Am Still Reeling With Delight At

Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.

Approval Of What Is Approved Of Is As False As A Well-kept Vow.

Too Many People In The Modern World View Poetry As A Luxury, Not A Necessity Like Petrol. But To Me It's The Oil Of Life.

Oh Wasn't It Naughty Of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm Sick With Disgust. She Threww Me In Front Of The Judges, And My Silly Old Collar-bone's Bust.