Nursery rhyme for our times

Jeremy kneels at the foot of the bed, Angrily muttering ‘I never was Red!’ Hush, hush — nobody cares That’s all in the past when he used to wear flares!

Jeremy feels that some papers are vile, Talking of spies and an East German file. Hush, hush — let’s get this straight – He was there, undercover, as 008!

harry santiuste,

doncaster, s. yorks.