1948-2023 . Retired Statistician, Poet, author, historian and campaigner. Co-founder of International Society for Bayesian Analysis and of the Edinburgh All Comers Writers Club and Participant in the 2019 UCL Eugenics Inquiry.
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Tuesday, 26 January 2016
THE TRIUMVIRATE A sonnet composed by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
THE TRIUMVIRATE
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
THOMAS
Wherefore today, old man, so goggle-eyed,
To Three Bridges, Queen's Head, or Goblin Haw?
OLD TOM
I wish to Gifford you would give me ride,
Though I still splutter and my chest is sore.
SCOTT
Remember to change yer troos, you old fart,
Wash yer dishes, and scrub the bathroom floor.
OLD TOM
But I must my group Facebook page restart,
Work on my blog, put Chess.Com to the fore.
THOMAS;
Your mind parts from your body, like a bore;
Tendresse hides, while you as Narcissus play.
OLD TOM:
My empathy lies in my gut, Igor;
My memories seek for some sunny day
SCOTT:
This from a poet, writer in his way;
Let him fight the fight and the dragons slay.
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