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Lord Finchley Post by :salec Category :Poems Author :Hilaire Belloc Date :June 2011 Read :2447

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Lord Finchley

(Arthur Weekes, commonly known as Lord Finchley, Eldest Son and Heir of Charles, first Baron Hendon)


Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
It is the business of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan.

(The end)
Hilaire Belloc's poem: Lord Finchley

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