I must fable my own birth: Though you both were Very much in love under Boston's stars, Among the maples' red-handedness, Caught at the bottom of an October sky

The consequent traffic is so grave that, last year, councils in England and Wales demanded that the government disburse £1bn a year to them so they could repair roads and tackle congestion.

The executioner was proud that he kept his axe razor-sharp, so no prisoner would feel any pain when his head was cut off.

Heer, who writes a bi-weekly column with headings such as “Steve Bannon is Turning Trump into an Ethno-Nationalist Ideologue” and “Donald Trump is the Bizarro Noam Chomsky”, appears to have contracted a particularly virulent strain of Trumpophobia