and McGonagle would need to be superceded by a doggerel-monger south of the Wall.
I could do that.
Most mornings at sparrowfart I great my beloved with a "once and for all" command performance of the new [usually scatological] rhyme or song.
Because she is voluntarily deaf-mute until about 1000 I fail to attract the applause and adulation that my efforts deserve, and, by lunchtime, I will have forgotten the ballad entirely.
Last edited by langleybaston; 17th Sep 2014 at 15:26.
Reason: error of omission