Hey Richard,
That ex-RAF then divinity teacher-chaplain
you distracted from lessons
by getting him to recall
his wartime service,
I know him. I oughta.
He's my Housemaster after all.
You went on to Highly Evolved Distraction.
So what horse, Hey D, will come
of Copping The Lessons by Balling The Daughter?
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