Here you will find the Poem Political Intelligence of poet Arthur James Marshall Smith
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minute I thought I should die. Finally, though, the second sardine, from the end, on the left, converted a try. (It brought down the house. The noise was terrific. I dropped my glass eye.) Meanwhile Mr BaIdwin managed to make himself heard. He looked sad but with characteristic aplomb said keep calm there is no cause for alarm. Two soldiers' crutches had sexual intercourse on the spot with a little bit of fluff from a lint bandage in the firing chamber of a 12 inch gun. People agreed not to notice. The band played a little bit louder. It was all very British.