Poetry on the occasion of bombs in Central London

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O thingummy! Thy wat'ry waters weep,
But London's mumble mumble shall not sleep:
The dum-de-dum-de ravens hold their fort,
And Londoners will mumble what they ought.

Stop not the clocks, Big Ben blah blah my heart;
From London shall foul wassname ne'er me part.
The war de-dum-de-dum already won:
And, what is more, you'll be a man, my son!

-- j4
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