Westminster Abbey
FROM LONDON BY R. P. LISTER
Some churchman, ceremonially drunk,
Has filled the Abbey full of junk.
The statues of the great and grave
Loom numerously about the nave.
As an ideal of interior decoration
It is not mine, I confess.
It is what they call the Shrine of the British Nation;
It is a mess.
It is a pity.
But the outside is pretty.
Has filled the Abbey full of junk.
The statues of the great and grave
Loom numerously about the nave.
As an ideal of interior decoration
It is not mine, I confess.
It is what they call the Shrine of the British Nation;
It is a mess.
It is a pity.
But the outside is pretty.