His Wife the Poetess

While Labor's left was pecking away at Harold Wilson for supporting the U.S. in Viet Nam, there came a diversionary coo from his own kitchen. Wife Mary Wilson, best known as the mistress of No. 10 Downing, who still likes to do Harold's cooking and wash his socks, turned out to be a ruble-earning poetess. From Moscow last week came a check for $95 in royalties paid by Izvestia, which printed a ban-the-bomb ballad Mary had written some years ago. The poem, to be sung to the tune of After the Ball:

After the Bomb had fallen,

After the last sad cry,

When the earth was a burnt-out cinder

Drifting across the sky.

Came Lucifer, Son of the Morning,

With his fallen-angel band,

Silent and swift as a Vulture,

On a mountain-top to stand.

And he looked as he stood on the mountain,

With his scarlet wings unfurled,

At the charnel house of London,

And the cities of the world.

And he laughed.

And as the mocking laughter

Across the heavens ran,

He cried, "Look," to the fallen angels,

"This is the work of man

Who was made in the image of God."

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