THE REMOVAL OF THE HOUSE OF LORDS.
NOT a sound was heard but a general drone,
As remorselessly onwards we hurried;
Not a soul but discharged a farewell groan
For the House where those zeros erst worried.
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But after our pleasant task was done,
When the clock struck the hour for assembling,
We stood in the distance and scanned the fun,
As the Lords came suddenly trembling.
Joyously, gladly, we heard them bemoan
The fate of their famed upper storey;
We'd moved every stick and we'd razed every stone,
And bereft them of home and of glory.
ESTRELLA.