At the mercy of every pestiferous bore.
It's a Wilde kind of thing to be saying, but still
Now like Oliver Twist we keep "asking for moor."
There are some who think politics naught but a game
'Twixt the Ins and the Outs that is played in the House,
But the game that we sigh for (and are we to blame?)
Is the covey of partridge or moor-loving grouse.
Now we're well in September, and work nearly finished,
I'm off, whilst the Commons get lost in the bogs
Of Supply and stay on with their zeal undiminished,