Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A. R. D. Fairburn's rather scathing poem about the degraded institution of knighthoods was subject to an attempted tabling, followed, I am assured, by an attempted singing, in Parliament.
For all that he won't lie down, Fairburn has been dead for the allotted time, so I believe I can legally publish the poem - "Roll Out the Knightcart" - on Scoop. For those of you who are tired of clicking on blue writing, I'll give you the last chorus here. To the the tune of Waltzing Matilda:
Roll out the knightcart! Roll out the knightcart!(Incidentally, do tell me if there's any transcription errors)
Who'll come a-hunting a knighthood with me?
For we'll get our bloody gongs now they've changed the bloody Government —
WHO'LL COME A-HUNTING A KNIGHTHOOD WITH ME?