This stream has taken an odd turn, hasn't it? Here we all sit, drily discussing the highest of the high academics. If I'd been asked to bet money on who the last name to appear in a stream named Now This Just Isn't Funny was, I'd have bet the wife and kiddies on Maurice Bowra.
One wonders what's next? An evaluation of little Johnny Betjeman's first day at Highgate Junior School in 1914 meeting his soon to be poetry teacher T.S. Eliot (known to all pupils as "The American Master", but for reasons unclear, as "Uncle Tom", to Betjeman)?
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Ego Stipes Ergo Sum
Funny you should mention Betjeman.
The poor man was quite overcome when he was presented to Princess Margaret. Bowra celebrated the incident in verse:
Green with lust and sick with shyness,
Let me lick your lacquered toes.
Gosh, oh gosh, your Royal Highness,
Put your finger up my nose,
Pin my teeth upon your dress,
Plant my head with watercress.
Only you can make me happy.
Tuck me tight beneath your arm.
Wrap me in a woollen nappy;
Let me wet it till it's warm.
In a plush and plated pram
Wheel me round St James's, Ma'am.
Let your sleek and soft galoshes
Slide and slither on my skin.
Swaddle me in mackintoshes
Till I lose my sense of sin.
Lightly plant your plimsolled heel
Where my privy parts congeal.
Sparrow was right of course. Quite unprintable.