276 – The Death Of Lord Fotherington

Poem number 276
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The Death Of Lord Fotherington
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He went to public school, you know
Then Oxford and The City,
Made a lot of money,
Had a wife quite trim and pretty.
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The second house in Yorkshire?
Yes, that’s where he met his death –
Cavorting with his mistress
Well he just… ran out of breath
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The doctor couldn’t save him
Though she did her very best –
Poked around inside him,
Stuck a camera in his chest
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“Eee lad look at this!” she said
“Tha’s parkin stuck inside!”
He sniffed “How very Northern.”
Then, quite regally, he died.

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