Lest We Forge Biscuits For Orphaned Presidents
Mildenhall; I choose to doubt
Your name. What does it mean?
Too many Ls and too few Os
I don't know where the hyphen goes
Unless it lies between
The gaiter and the gout
Sutton Hoo! I can't believe
They'd name a place like that!
Too many Os and too few Ls
It's not a place to do one's spells
In sombre witch's hat
But a site it's best to leave
Much Hadham? Sir, you surely jest
Mere utterance is farce
With neither L nor O in sight
I don't think I pronounce it right
And every time I pass
The brisket and the breast
Symonds Yat -- it cannot be!
I'm going home, for tea
Contributors: | Roland, F, Grayman, Beefy, Evan, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 13th October 2004 by Beefy. |