In a message dated 12/09/2006 14:38:15 GMT Daylight Time, [log in to unmask]  

In  Westminster Abbey
by John Betjeman

Let me take this other glove  off
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of  Eden
Bask beneath the Abbey bells.
Here, where England's  statesmen lie,
Listen to a lady's cry.

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the  Germans.
Spare their women for Thy Sake,
And if that is  not too easy
We will pardon Thy Mistake.
But, gracious  Lord, whate'er shall be,
Don't let anyone bomb me.

Keep our Empire  undismembered
Guide our Forces by Thy Hand,
Gallant blacks  from far Jamaica,
Honduras and Togoland;
Protect them Lord  in all their fights,
And, even more, protect the whites.

Think of  what our Nation stands for,
Books from Boots and country  lanes,
Free speech, free passes, class distinction,
Democracy and proper drains.
Lord, put beneath Thy special  care
One-eighty-nine Cadogan Square.

Although dear Lord I am a  sinner,
I have done no major crime;
Now I'll come to  Evening Service
Whensoever I have the time.
So, Lord,  reserve for me a crown.
And do not let my shares go down.

I will  labour for Thy Kingdom,
Help our lads to win the war,
Send  white feathers to the cowards
Join the Women's Army  Corps,
Then wash the Steps around Thy Throne
In the Eternal Safety  Zone.

Now I feel a little better,
What a treat to hear  Thy word,
Where the bones of leading statesmen,
Have so  often been interr'd.
And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait
Because I have a  luncheon date.

Very familiar indeed !! - this very well-known and satirical  JB  poem in 
fact was read at the Gala last night, and moreover means an  immense amount to me 
because as a youth I once  lived in great  gentility and style for a year or 
two at 'Eighty-two Cadogan Square' [if only  because it was a kind-of hostel