December 16, 2013

 

 

What untold stories

lay in Chentocks Wood,

where many a maiden

got up to no good.

 

And young boys smoked,

for the very first time –

too old to swing from trees

and get covered in grime.

 

There, flourished nightlife,

where courting was rife.

All car windows steamed up,

road testing, for a wife!

 

Many secrets, worse than these

lay in Chentock’s Wood,

if folklore is to be believed –

but I have no thirst for blood.

 

So, for now I’ll just say this:

‘Follow the thorny thistle Trail,

and turn left at Chentocks Bottom –

but be sure you don’t inhale.

 

And if there is a full moon

on the night you choose to go,

you may not be alone

so keep your headlights low.

 

And one more thing I beg you,

when you finally arrive,

do not outstay your welcome,

or you will be eaten, whole, alive!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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