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Mr Nameless Goodman

Mr Nameless Goodman
Liked to have his little joke
Talking away to one and all
Spreading a screen of smoke.
His style of constant chatter
Mixed and confused minds
Allowing him in most cases
To completely bleed them blind.
His gift brought him wealth
And much material success
And allowed in fairly short time
Assured and steady progress
In to politics and office and finally,
Like many other successful frauds,
Ennoblement and the dizzy heights
Of the Great House of Lords.
To the assembled press
There to witness his great day
He quite shyly and modestly said
I did it my own special way;
Behind his smile lurked the thought
Of that proverbial little rhyme
About fooling most of the people
For very nearly all of the time.









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Mr Nameless Goodman