It is with immense happiness, albeit of a wearying sort, that we welcome Ezra Glaser-Smyth to the LPPG.
Although only a few days old, he is already far smarter than most of the original members, far better behaved, far better-looking and, if that book mark is anything to go by, far better read.
I know all members will summon the requisite vim and welcome him warmly.
To mark the occasion, some verse by his namesake. It is suitably gloomy, but also rather amusing. Congratulations Adam and Eliane!
Song in the Manner of Housman
O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.
The bird sits on the hawthorn tree
But he dies also, presently.
Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
Woeful is this human lot.
Woe! woe, etcetera . . . .
London is a woeful place,
Shropshire is much pleasanter.
Then let us smile a little space
Upon fond nature's morbid grace.
Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera . . .
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