Not a Clerihew
I went to university to study mathematics
The performance of my teachers was boring not ecstatic
So then I went to London to earn a little money
While living with my husband who as usual smelled of honey
Then we went to Portland Bill to study rocks and seaside forms
I took to writing poetry because I love the sound of rhymes
I would have preferred lyrics of the Leonard Cohen Anthem type
But when he died I grieved and wept, too late for us to meet on Skype
What a sad old life it is when Donald Trump builds up more walls
So sound the trumpet and ram’s horn, like Jericho the walls will fall.
Oh,Lord.
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