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Ode To The Cotswold Hills

The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart. People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way, And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay. The villages and towns each have a unique English charm, And when the sun shines on those hills there's joy on every farm. The cows and pigs and chickens temporarily forget their fate, That tomorrow or the next day they'll be on somebody's plate. The dry stone walls meander through the fields o'er hills and dales, And from the very top you can unluckily see Wales, A country full of Welshmen waving leeks and daffodils, Who sing too much and abuse their sheep amongst their rugged hills. I'm digressing, it's the Cotswolds that’s the topic of this ode, There's beauty round every corner of each winding country road. So when in England, to the Cotswolds drive without delay, You won't regret it, honestly, you'll love it every day. My buttocks both rejoice whene'er those hills come into view, I really love the Cotswolds, and I know that you will too.

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Date: 3/6/2019 3:51:00 PM
You are close to me, John. The Chilterns are my hills but I very much enjoy driving through the Cotswolds. Nicely described with humour. // Barry.
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Date: 1/23/2019 12:39:00 PM
Anyone who has not read this is in for a rare treat- Welshmen abusing their sheep, sheep who fart, and buttocks that rejoice. I can never hope to top this one! Well done indeed!
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