Joan Bakewell.
Bone? Shake well.
Willie Shakespeare?
Shaken, not stirred.
Thinking man’s crumpet?
Silent trumpet.
Tree falls in wood.
Poet tree dies good.

Trouble ooze heaven
Comes to play.
Beasty Boys given
Tupac away.
Dischord. Bang.
Thirty pieces of silver.
Rope to hang.

Hanging portrait:
Oscar Wilde.
Innocent as a
Little child.
Razor sharp wit
Pricked pompous tit.
Homophobe sadist.
Drowns in shit.

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