today been sampling a bit of real england
biking through the showers
up every hill and down every dale
using all my twenty-one gears
over frankley beeches
into woostershire
under the violent rush of the m5
and steadily on westwards to clent
during one downpour
i stop at the sun in romsley
to sup a delicious pint of hook norton ale
from the small oxfordshire brewery
and chow down a plate of vegetable jambalaya
by the time i get to nimmings wood
the rain has abated
and i come across a beautiful valley
leading into the woods
completely carpeted in bluebells
bluebell woods
the four stones and abberley hills
this little fellow was jumping and skipping for joy
with his little friends in the field
now who would have the heart
to slaughter and eat him?
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