Bard of Boreham brings forth some poetry in motions(October 31, 2010)
Ye Olde Hall of Assembling (and dissembling!) …
In Guerminstre of Wiltonshire
Was a stately pleasure dome decreed
Shekels measureless to man on hire
Was thought that town did need.
Oh how those city elders fought
For their way by might and main –
Never mind an extra nought !
But who, folk thought, would thereby gain?
Just ponder - the present place prosaic,
Transformed to something right palatial
With walls of fabulous mosaic
And windows impressively glacial
With lavish plans so grandiose
(Mayor’s parlour right municipal !)
Then voters semi-comatose
Woke up to mournful waste of capital L
For some folk t’was a great curiosity
To wonder how the elders could quite
Well argue their case with lawyers’ verbosity
Whilst forgetting that black wasn’t white.
But alas, the scheme fell under axe -
For someone ungallantly remembered
That good queen Bess must have more tax
Oops, VAT!! - then all was near dismembered.
[With deepest apologies to S.T.Coleridge]