Farewell, my CONSTANTINE! A guardian navy <br />Facilitates your exit on the blue; <br />For Greece has been this long while in the gravy <br />And he that put her there was plainly you; <br />'TINO MUST GO!' was writ for all to see, <br />Or, briefly, 'T.M.G.' <br /> <br />Whither, dear Sir, do you propose to sally? <br />To Switzerland's recuperative air, <br />To sip condensed milk in a private chalet <br />Or pluck the lissom chamois from his lair, <br />Or on the summit of a neutral Alp <br />Recline your crownless scalp? <br /> <br />Or did you ask from him you love so dearly <br />A royal haven fenced from rude alarms, <br />Even though WILLIAM should reserve you merely <br />A bedroom at 'The Hohenzollern Arms,' <br />Having for poor relations on the loose <br />No sort of further use? <br /> <br />Beware! I gather he might clasp his TINO <br />Only too warmly to his heaving chest, <br />Saying, 'O how reward such merits? _We_ know! <br />Thou shalt command an Army in the West! <br />Yes, thou shalt bear upon the British Front <br />The pick of all the brunt.' <br /> <br />Frankly, if I were you, I wouldn't chance it. <br />Fighting has never really been your forte; <br />Witness Larissa, and your rapid transit, <br />Chivied by slow foot-sloggers of the Porte; <br />Far better make for Denmark o'er the foam; <br />There is no place like home. <br /> <br />Try some ancestral palace, well-appointed; <br />For choice the one where _Hamlet_ nursed his spite, <br />Who found the times had grown a bit disjointed <br />And he was not the man to put 'em right; <br />And there consult on that enchanted shore <br />The ghosts of Elsinore.<br /><br />Sir Owen Seaman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/t-m-g/
