Listening I had a déjà vu.
Not only did it sound to me like a variation on a poem by Christian Morgenstern, but this time also as but a tiny variation on a poem by a certain McSeanagall.
Anyway, here it is:
The Impossible Fact
BiffO, used to rule and live in clover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his mood restoring
but without his wrath ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did RTE's administration
fail in free speech's deprivation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing bloggers' speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring internet transmission
of a mighty to a wight?
Were the nasty bloggers right?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and his lackeys soon make clear:
Free speech not permitted here!
Thus BiffO comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
Omnium re Cowengate / Picturegate:
The Taoiseach's New Clothes
The Taoiseach's New Clothes II
Brian, Borges & Bioy
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Physiognomy of fine gentlemen