A nose by any other Dame...
When I was little I thought a Dame
was somebody flouncy and camp who came
around each year at Christmas time
and graced the stage of the pantomime.
Then later on I learned the truth
things weren't as exotic as I'd thought in my youth
though the knowledge did not come as much of a wrench
to see Dame bestowed on the great Judy Dench.
But I think I prefer the Dames I knew first
to the Dame on your blog who seems horribly worse
than the fragrant transvestites and sweet Judy Dench
who were never the source of an unpleasant stench.
written in response to this blog post by technomist on hearing the news about Tessa Jowell: