Ring-a-ding-ding,
Simon found a thing;
he put it on his finger,
and was never seen again.
Simon was the thane of Mordor,
maybe, perhaps;
or one of many such likely chaps.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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Mordor – on the Orient Express.
At the London ticket office.
‘No, you can’t get a ticket to Mordor – this train only goes to Venice.’
‘Venice? Can we change there for Mordor?’
‘You can certainly try.’
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Graeme Sandford 