Clun on Clun

Acrobatic swallows wing here then there,

Smells of woodburners sting the air,

From hill top fort and drovers ridge,

Ruined fortress and medieval bridge,

Dappled river and dappled cloud,

I want to sing and sing aloud,

There's no better place under the sun,

Than Bishop's Castle and Clun on Clun,

And if you want some fine real ale there,

Head for the White Horse Inn on the Square.

David Macklin 20-07-09

 

Bullet Points

A lazy young fellow named Gunne

Went to work at the White Horse Inn, Clun

But being a shirk,

Who did little work,

Gunne was fired if you'll pardon the pun,

Mrs Freda Bunce 27-07-09