A Cuppa Tay
Today a cold wind is blowing,
it's coming straight in from the South,
But at least it's a few degrees warmer
than all they weeks it blew in from the North.
So I put on my hat and my Belstaff,
grab my car keys and leash up my dog,
and we go for a stank on the moorland
before we get buried in fog.
We drive up the hill above Madron,
by Bosiljack, and stroll to Ding Dong,
Shadow will chase a few rabbits,
then ignore me when I sing my song.
But if this wind should shiver me timbers,
we'll go back down the hill to The Well,
and I'll tie my wish on the tree there,
in the hope that it might cast a spell.
When we're wore out we'll get back in the Renault,
and drive all the way back to our cave,
I fancy we'll both share a pasty,
and I'll make a hot cuppa sweet tay.
© Copyright: 16 March, 2010 - Kenneth G Woolcock
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