Posted on July 21, 2011 at 6:36 pm in Forum, humor, Media, satire | RSS feed
Murdock’s Eulogy by Peter Shakespeare Baxter
Friends, Readers, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Murdock, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Murdock.
The noble Orwell hath told you Murdock was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Murdock answered it.
Here, under leave of Orwell and the rest –
For Orwell was an honourable man;
So are were all, all honourable men –
Come I to speak at Murdock’s inquest.
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
For all men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
For my heart is in the custard pie there with Murdock,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
A once noble profession graced by the likes
Of Orwell and Greene as today become the
Possession of a custard pie.
A pie cooked in Murdock’s bakery.
PS that is George Orwell or Eric Blair and Henry Graham Greene for the benefit of journalists everywhere.
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