There once was a man they called Bates
Who came to the movement a little too late
The Commissar thought him a spy
She gave no reason why
And he was trudged off not knowing his fate
Limerick XXVI
There once was a man they called Bates
Who came to the movement a little too late
The Commissar thought him a spy
She gave no reason why
And he was trudged off not knowing his fate
sensualism 