Lagonda

[elansprint72]

[cocker]

In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac wander
And the signs to Bussock Bottom,
Tussock Wood and Windy Break.
Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches
Catch the lights of our Lagonda
As we drive to Wendy’s party,
Lemon curd and Christmas cake

Rich the makes of motor whirring
Past the pine plantation purring
Come up Hupmobile Delage.
Short the way our chauffeurs travel
Crunching over private gravel,
Each from out his warm garage.

[elansprint72]

Ah, dear, dear ,Johnners....... don't you miss him tewwibly?

Seem to recall that someone wrote a rather better version of this ode

[cocker]

Originally Posted by elansprint72

Ah, dear, dear ,Johnners....... don't you miss him tewwibly?

Seem to recall that someone wrote a rather better version of this ode

Impossible! How awful to think about it - by the way isn't abroad awful.

How could anyone do better than Betj.

[elansprint72]

Originally Posted by cocker

Impossible! How awful to think about it - by the way isn't abroad awful.

How could anyone do better than Betj.

If I can find it, I'll PM you but check that no one is looking over your shoulder.

[cocker]

Originally Posted by elansprint72

If I can find it, I'll PM you but check that no one is looking over your shoulder.

Anyone who looks over my shoulder gets a sore jaw! Look forward to it!

[stuny]

Pete -

Really lovely. Too bad the owner didn't remote the detritus.