There once was a poet called Donne
Whose rhyming was always spot-onne.
Monday, 31 March 2014
A Poem on John Donne's Day (1631)
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls,
ReplyDeleteIt tolls for thee.
Especially when you are in the bath.
...Someone, feeling quite bold
ReplyDeleteAsked: "For whom's this bell tolled?"
He replied: "Your name's on it, my sonne."
...He announced with a smile
ReplyDeleteThat no man was an isle,
Except for the old Isle of Monne.
(That's enough dodgy rhymes...)