276 – The Death Of Lord Fotherington

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