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Mind your language

Very bad poems on the Underground

Who is McBess, and why can’t he draw eyes or count syllables?

8 March 2014

9:00 AM

8 March 2014

9:00 AM

My husband was surprised by quite a bit when we travelled by Underground in London the other day. Although he has a Nelson Mandela Memorial Freedom Pass, he seldom chooses to join us Morlocks down below. ‘Is this the work of a Chinaman?’ he asked, nodding towards a poster. ‘You mustn’t say “Chinaman”, dear,’ I said firmly.

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