Saturday, July 11, 2009


From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
They're sobbing themselves to sleep,
The shrieks and wails
In the Yorkshire dales
Have even depressed the sheep.
In rather vulgar lettering
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
To prove that we're in the soup.
While begging Kipling's pardon
There's one thing we know for sure
If England is a garden
We ought to have more manure.
Suffering and dismay.

Noel Coward.


James Higham said...

My goodness. I thought you were economically inclined, Sackers.

Sackerson said...

Professionally, yes. But I'm getting a good attack of stubborn British bloody-minded determination.

James Higham said...

Ah, that's no bad thing.

Paddington said...

If you want manure, I've got all kinds of it.

Sackerson said...

Here's a use you may not have considered, Padders: