Tuesday, September 20, 2005

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Originally uploaded by andrewstenning.

A beautiful poem by John Betjeman to start Autumn.

COUNTY BY JOHN BETJEMAN

God save me from the POrkers,
God saVe me from their sons,
Their noisy tweedy sisters
who follow with their GuNS,
tHE Old and scheming mother,
Their futures that she plann'd,
ThE Ghastly younger brother
Who married into land.

Their shots along the vally
Draw blood out of the sky,
The wounded pheasants rally
As hobNAILED boots go by.
Where once rabbit scampered
thE Waiting copse is still
As porker fat and pampered
comes puffing up the hIll.

A 'left a right' ! well done sir !
They're falling in the road;
And here's your other GUN sir"
Don't talk your here to load."
GOD SAVE ME FROM THE PORKERS, THE PATHOS OF THEIR LIVES, THE STRaNGE EXAMPLE THAT THEY SET - To new rich farmers'wives.- god bless JOHN BETJEMAN.

FOUR 9.30 THURSDAY'S
- AND THINK OF THEM AS COUNTY- COUNTY IS WHAT THEY ARE.

Andrew is away -& has decided in his bohemianism to never speak to a porker again ! but he will in his cantankerous/clandestine way 'take the piss out of' and run the gauntlet with any porker who comes near his landS ! EQUINOX/EQUINOX

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