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Have you tried writing any Clerlihews about Chesterton? If you do you can submit them to Gilbert Magazine for publication. I’m sure they’d love see this poem, too, of course. Too funny and spot on! :clapping:Trishie’s comment on Shaw and Chesterton reminded me of a verse I once wrote.
Dining Gilbert Chesterton
spilled sauce and ale his big vest on.
He carved his Kant,
mashed his Marx
and buttered his Bertrand Russell.
Then he shouted down the corridor
for some oyster and some mussel.
But last of all, with sweating brow
he opened wide his jaw,
and for dessert he gulped a slice
of good old Bernard Shaw.