Just Glen Gould - Poem by stephen sutton
Are you home? Still on the dog and bone?
Dada! Hello just call me Gilbert or George!
Tati more like something out of a Sam Toft.
Now no my Vettriano is still not for sale Hubert.
Humbert. Whatever. Here have some Canadian tea.
Mrs Tretchikoff has taught the little prince to play like me
Kit Williams, Roald Dahl and Antoines St Exupery
No just Glen Gould.
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