Silly Place-Name Poem

As part of my latest Big Blogger task, I rote a poem today. Well, I didn't really write it, I just splurged a load of words out, with a road atlas by my side.

Anyway, I kinda like it:

Meltham Meltdown

In Hankerton they hankered long
While Little Knox smoked Llanon bong
And Lerwick folk had cod in Little Leigh.
But Llanmadoc were playing fire
Which stoked poor Fulmerton’s red ire
So Lower Gabwell said, “Come round for tea!”
Which would have played it out just right
If Linlithgow’d not taken fright
And poked Longframlington to start a fight.
“We’ll have you all!” they shouted loud
With Garway spears and Goldcliff-proud
Of hale Hale kippers (twenty to the pound).
And next we knew, with Fulford glee
We’d none of us gone round to tea
Instead were stuck in Greater Leigh or Smee.
So, giving up on making sense,
Or having brains or keeping tense
We’ll all troop down to Garvestone in whens.
And that’s all fine I think you’ll find
As long as you’ve not lost your mind
Or left it down the pub in Harborough Magna.
Or on a bench at Gardeners Green
Or in the pond by Aberdeen
Or down at Elslack bowling green, with Fred.
Cos Fred’s well known for stealing brains
Especially when it rains and rains
And floods the river down at old Elsted.
And thus you’ll see, with Hatley glee
These hundred words enough for me
And Findrack House, and Finedon, and Cwm.