The Lanky llamas Poem

Llamas in field Middlewich

The Lanky llamas Poem

As I walked down thru Middlewich along an old farm lane
I spied four lanky llamas a peering through the rain
They spied me from afar off and fixed me with a stare
And if they could speak I’m sure they’d say hey, stop! Who goes there?

Now why four lanky llamas be in a Middlewich field
Is way beyond my sad old brain to comfortably yield?
Now llama wool is possible and I’m sure they give with glee
But in all my time on land and sea a llama chop I ne’er did see.

So what’s in it for Farmer John my sad old brain befuddled on?
For farmers’ big n farmers small are not well known to spend much on
They could be blessed with charity; or is it revenue?
To give those beasts, good rich grass and a right good view.

For kept away from butchers they be safe and sound
And as time goes by those lanky beasts they grow fat n round
Now llama wool is possible and I’m sure they give with glee
But in all my time on land and sea a llama chop I ne’er did see.

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Ghosts of Middlewich Station Poem

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I take my place on the cold platform
Tis’ nothing new it’s quite the norm
Facing South I watch and wait
Should’ve been here by half past eight

I stand and wait to see my boy
When he arrives I’ll jump for joy
They let him out at dawn today
For misdemeanours he did pay

The station master locks his door
This starry night he’ll work no more
Bids me goodnight, it’s oh so late
Say’s ‘When you go please close the gate’

‘I will kind sir see you tomorrow’
He looks at me with such deep sorrow
For he’ll be back same time next night
A slow train stops, no one alights.

A fast train roars through without a hitch
For trains stop no more at Middlewich
The station master he’s mine host
But alas like me also a ghost