Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Silvertongue
He came down from the mountainside,
His beard was white, his hair was grey,
He brought his retinue of priests
All buckled in a warlike way.
They strode into the village square
And said: 'Now listen, everyone,
Just gather round, pay heed to him,
He's come to warn you - Silvertongue! '

His . . .
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The Naked Grotto
Down in the grotto we'd go to swim
Whenever the tide was high
And pouring into the basin there,
At low tide it was dry,
I'd go with the Percival sisters
Who would laugh and call and dive,
While bursting out of their suits, it seemed
A time to be alive.

While Carolyn had the bigger breasts
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