The dread of beatings! Dread of being late! And, greatest dread of all, the dread of games!
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Oh wasn’t it naughty of Smudges? Oh,Mummy, I’m sick with disgust. She threw me in front of the Judges And my silly old collarbone’s bust.
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| Birth: | 28th August, 1906 |
| Death: | 19th May, 1984 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Poet |
About
Sir John Betjeman was born in London, England. He was an English poet who described himself in Who's Who as a "poet and hack". He was Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1972 until his death. He was a founding member of the Victorian Society and a passionate defender of Victorian architecture. He studied at Marlborough College, in Wiltshire, and Magdalen College, Oxford University. He wrote several poems include: Mount Zion, Continual Dew, Slough, Old Lights For New Chancels, New Bats in Old Belfries, A Few Late Chrysanthemums, Poems in the Porch, John Betjeman Collected Poems, High and Low, A Nip in the Air, and Church poems. He received many awards and honours, including Queen's Medal for Poetry, Commander of the Order of the British Empire, and Knight Bachelor.
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