Poems of England

I just remebered a poem I learned at school.

I've never seen a purple cow,

I never hope to see one.

But I can tell you anyhow,

I'd rather see than be one.

Anon

As I walked the lane and over the hillock

I saw that Peter, what a pillock!

Trousers down, looking over his shoulder

They won't know, I left this boulder!

Phuuurp!! (I hope you've all had your dinner!)

This is one of my favourite poems by John Betjeman

 In a Bath Teashop

"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look."
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.

Ray. 

Ray - were you spying on me and Denzil?

Good Morning Ruth,

I would hardly describe you as 'such a very ordinary little woman', and I do not know if Denzil has any 'previous convictions', but what am I saying; Denzil does not exist and the poem is pretty meaningless if it is just an ordinary little woman looking at an empty chair in a teashop, don't you think?

so, Ruth, the answer is 'no' I have not been spying on you.

Please note, you IT wizards out there, that I 'cut and pasted' sucessfully. I am now surrounded by little bits of paper, glue all over my keyboard, and where the heck are my scissors now!

Ray. 

Picture by Denzil Tregallion

Mrs Tregallion says what do you mean I dont exist there we are shes saying it now Ray

Dont be nasty

To my cornish 'pasty'

And dont be hasty

Denzils quite tasty

Mrs Tregallion 2008

LOL@Andy.

That, dear friend, is absolutely priceless. I need to go somewhere before I have an accident.

ray. 

On reviewing the picture of the the redoubtable Mrs Tregallion. I have to say...er..em..she is a very ordinary little woman.

Ray.