THE VILLAGERS’ LAMENT

Up North Stifford they do say,

“That blasted traffic spoils our day.

Cars and lorries trundle through,

Belching fumes at me and you.

Hear the birds cough in the trees,

We’ll all go down with lung disease.”

 Down North Stifford they do say,

“That b****y litter spoils our day.

Paper, cans, and fast food packing –

Tidy streets are what we’re lacking.

Slovenly and thoughtless bods,

Just drop their muck – those dirty s**s!”

‘Round North Stifford they do say,

“All they new houses spoil our day,

Crowding out our little village,

Developers the land do pillage.

Bursting at the seams we’ll be,

We’ll all be doomed – just wait and see!”

The villagers are merry folk,

Who smile and chat and crack a joke,

But woe betide you if you may

Upset they folk – and spoil their day.

Local Yokel   © 2009