Selling England by the Pound

The path is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave. He rides majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy,

Home from work our juliet Clears her morning meal. She dabs her skin with pretty smells Concealing to appeal. I will make my bed, She said, but turned to go. Can she be late for her cinema show? Romeo locks his basement flat, And scurries up the stai

I don't belong here, said old tessa out loud. Easy, love, there's the safe way home. Thankful for her fine fair discount, tess co-operates Still alone in o-hell-o See the deadly nightshade grow English ribs of beef cut down to 47p lb Peek Frean's fam

"Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe - for her merchandise, he traded in his prize. "Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. "Old