tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212152.post-73050156058417069362008-05-02T10:59:00.000+01:002008-05-02T10:59:00.000+01:002008-05-02T10:59:00.000+01:00Puck says (with aplogies to Shakespeare):-<BR/><BR/>Over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier,<BR/>Over Battersea Park, over pale, through Thames flood, through fire;<BR/>Boris has wandered everywhere, swifter than the moon's sphere;<BR/>And he serves the Fairy Queen, to dew her orbs upon the green.<BR/>The cowslips tall her pensioners be (when voting); in their gold coats true blue spots you see.<BR/>Those be aquamarines, fairy favors; in those freckles live their savors.<BR/>I must go seek some dewdrop ballot papers here, and hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.<BR/>Farewell, thou King of Knock-Up Spirits; I'll be gone to the count. Our hero Boris and all his busy elves come here anon.<BR/><BR/>…… Shall we our fond pageant see?....before ere the day be over?Pucknoreply@blogger.com