I couldn't get a handle on the Round Robin thing at all, but I'll have a punt at this one as I am sure will you all. What rhymes with Luton? Darn tootin'.
No. 2784: Come, friendly bombs
You are invited to rewrite John Betjeman’s poem ‘Slough’, substituting the target of your choice (16 lines maximum). Please email entries, wherever possible, to
lucy@spectator.co.uk by midday on 6 February.