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 SALISBURY TALES

Life...
Is but a walking shadow...
At Saint Anne's gate...
As she is always late...
For Handels late night dates.
Salisbury Cathedral...
Is pretty regal...
While the Cloisters...
Are full of Oysters...
Chaucer has his Knight's Tale...
While the Magna Carta...
Has its charter...
Midsummer's night Eve...
Loves wearing her hemp seed...
While raking from left to right...
For her potential tadpole...
Is her goal...
Just as the Dorset Ooser...
Is in the all-night boozer.
With all-mighty stiff of life...
To give to his Plim wife...
On a hot summers night...
Stonehenge drives you round the bend...
As a Celtic henge.
While the the Old Sarum...
Is just like a Hareem...
Filling you full of clotted cream..,
Is a teenagers wet dream...
Hudson's fields...
Has Liberties with Parliamentary trees.
While singing free...
As jumping fleas...
Doomsday...
Plays with Williams handwritten book...
As Turners...
Fine art...
Has a golden heart...
In the Global park.
Saint Peters...
Is surrounded by a moat...
So he can float...
Up the river Avon...
To be in heaven...
With a delightful devil.
The Manor Ditch...
Is just a pitch...
For those who wish...
To navigate a flat plate...
Upon the Freshwater with your daughter.
A Midsummer's Night Dream...
Is just as fresh...
As a warm breeze...
As Fortuna...
Has a ballroom blitz at the Ritz...
While Hamlet...
Has an Omelet...
With Puck...
As he was eating Peking duck.
Which was...
"Much Ado about nothing"
While wearing silk stockings.
In your fathers prized fuchsia garden.

Copyright Hud 2006-2012, Writer/Poet/Philosopher.



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