Poem: Roger McGough
Roger McGough has done enough, but I’d still buy his brand new stuff.
He got in my head when I was young. I must have left the door open, given him room to move.
(I’m glad I did).
He has his own key now, the rent’s all paid. He made his bed by telling truths. And now he gets to lie in it.
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