No pictures here in Westminster –
I see you there, rascally sir!
There will be no photos taken here
I swear it on my grave.
Oh no, you shan’t, not at St. Paul’s!
We’ve nothing hidden, just the rules –
I don’t care your memory’s short,
We’ll expect you here again.
Turn off the flash? I cannot believe
The way you expect no reprieve
Since I know you’ll use it when I am relieved –
Look! See the decay in the stone
Caused by the flash of your phone.
St. Peter’s Basilica, did you say?
I don’t give a hoot about Italy
Or what in the Louvre your camera sees –
Britain does it best. Oh yes!
You’ll forget what you saw, and come back again –
Can’t we be sure of that?
Oh, yes!
We can be sure of that.
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