I think most comes across pretty clearly. I first read the poem 65 years ago
in an Oscar Williams anthology of modern poetry, which had a light verse
section in the back. One does not need specific information about Cadogan
Square to catch the import.

You might look up a book published in England in the 1950s entitled The
Common Muse.


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Betjeman was indeed an ace at light verse, although some of the allusions
therein may not travel too well overseas from England. 

On 8 October 2013 21:38, Carrol Cox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

	Actually, there isn't all that much really good light verse around,
and what
	there is deserves to be treasured.

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	I was just re- reading this John Betjeman poem, and it revived my
	astonishment that I revere both Eliot and Betjeman, so very
different as
	they are.
	I have a feeling that TS Eliot's philosophy would have been
dismissed by
	'drone' Betjeman as 'boring.....boring' but that Eliot may have held
a place
	in his heart for Betjeman even though John Murray and not Faber were
	traditional publishers. In one perspective, this is 'mere' 'light
verse' but
	something eclipses and transcends and renders patronising that
	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
	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 flowers 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.
	Poem titled 'In Westminster Abbey: it is dear to me, too. because as
	pimply youth, I was once a resident of 82 Cadogan Square (it was a
	mens hostel then) so I can fully appreciate all the implications of
that ver
	exclusive and upmarket address.