Musings from the Merse
Thursday, March 15, 2007
*Getting a Lung full
'Ah! You can tell you are in the country'
The lady from the south,
said.
Looking at the wide fields, the gaunt trees,
Spring released cows, nary a house
in sight.
'How astute'
I thought
Flinging open the door, she gulped
lush lungfulls of rural air,
greedily, as if there was no
tomorrow. Choking, gasping, spluttering,
racking, near vomiting.
'How Stupid'
I thought
'There's something to be said
for traffic fumes' She
gasped. Still snuffling.
Failing to make that neat transition
From Stockbroking Surrey
To Muck raking Slurry
(From " Country Air-An occasional collection for Wet Sundays" Attrib: Prof Pink Pryde)-
'Ah! You can tell you are in the country'
The lady from the south,
said.
Looking at the wide fields, the gaunt trees,
Spring released cows, nary a house
in sight.
'How astute'
I thought
Flinging open the door, she gulped
lush lungfulls of rural air,
greedily, as if there was no
tomorrow. Choking, gasping, spluttering,
racking, near vomiting.
'How Stupid'
I thought
'There's something to be said
for traffic fumes' She
gasped. Still snuffling.
Failing to make that neat transition
From Stockbroking Surrey
To Muck raking Slurry
(From " Country Air-An occasional collection for Wet Sundays" Attrib: Prof Pink Pryde)-
*The image is genuine Slurry which missed its intended field by a good quarter of a mile. Almost more of the muck in down town Hutton than on Farmer C's field
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