The countryside abounds in rustic charm-
I wonder why I've never been before?
I envy he who labours on a farm
Instead of punching keys behind a door.
I love the ‘zoidurrr’ and the hearty food,
The bawdy songs the locals like to sing,
Their readiness to frolic in the nude
Inside a sacred megalithic ring,
And how their wise old womenfolk attest
A swallowed shrew’s the thing to cure a wart.
Tomorrow, which is May Day, they request
I join them for a function of some sort.
I’ve heard a cryptic rumour that they plan
To introduce me to their 'wicker man’…?
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 01-22-2016 at 10:59 AM.
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