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If Ever I Had a Country - Continued: Vii and Viii

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY… VII If ever I had a country And if ever I were the Keeper of the keys to the Treasury I'd invite all the tramps from every contree To weigh with sunken eyes the lack of bullion for paper money Into each tattered pocket drop slabs of gold to keep them company During chilblained nights of growling intestinal acrimony That is, if ever I were the Keeper of the keys to the Treasury And even if I never had no country VIII If ever I had a country And if ever I were cast in the role of the Night Soil Men I'd make certain every caste citizen got a taste of it No use pretending you don't know what I really mean It's the stuff caste-men push down gullets with spicy relish And let blast off galore trumpets and bassoons at full throttle That is, if ever I were cast in the role of the Night Soil Men And even if I never had no country © T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018

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Arthur Vaso

Date: 4/8/2018 2:17:00 AM

alors, tres bien!

T Wignesan
Date: 4/8/2018 2:43:00 AM

Trust you, King Arthur, to see right through things again, even if they are masked and cribbed, though Richard le Coeur de Léon might not take kindly to your using the Norman's tongue. I'd very much like to serve at your Round Table. I really mean it. Thanks a million! Wignesan (expecting from you a Knighthood at least for my efforts)