Smoking a Woodbine, reclining illustriously,
Effortlessly sporting tweed.
Landscape of the Grampians blesses my eyes,
Old Wellesley, Duke of Wellington, stares at Time itself,
The quiet dignity of Apsley House, suspended in respectful silence.
Charlemagne, West Springer Spaniel,
Sleeps by sconce-lit fireplace,
Tailing dreamy pheasants.
If you need me - give a ring.
You can find me sleeping soundly,
Boldly doing nothing.
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