With appreciation and in the hope that imitation will be considered as the sincerest form of flattery.

'Ad that William Blake, on my bus
'Ad a 'bow of burning gold'
I said " you can't bring that on 'ere
Didn't do what 'e was told
Produced these 'arrows of desire'
The passengers got quite fruity
Chucked 'im off before his sword woke up
Well, I 'ad to do 'me duty

Bugger me! I looked behind
Missiles 'shootin' past 'me ears
'E was riding this 'chariot of fire'
And 'chuckin all these spears
'E told the clouds - to unfold
'Then 'e overtook – the sod
I told 'im to get off and walk
'Im and the 'Lamb of God'!

I looked as 'e speed away
Over 'those 'clouded hills'
Me countenance - less than divine
I 'ad one of me pills
Thought about his building plans
Though I admire a man with vision
'E 'ad better not go building 'ere
Not without planning permission

Well Jerusalem has trouble enough
Don't think 'e will improve it
England's pastures green or not
Not the best idea to move it
Move 'the wailing wall' to Surrey?
Is 'e the one to try?
For 'e's the bloke that tries to rhyme
'Symmetry' with 'eye'

*Smiles*