British Poetry

In the spirit of the "Cholmondeley" poem provided by Mr. Derbyshire awhile back, I present this, from Dorothy Sayers:

There was a young student of Caius
Who passed his exams with a squaius,
     Ere dissecting at St. Bartholomews
     Inward St. Partholomews, such as St. Heartholomews
To discover the cure of disaius.