There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's derriere was so big, she couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
Sat next to herself, needs to diet to become fit
People and horses
The Newmarket was the oldest market in town
farmers came here selling potatoes and other greenery
Their women-folk sold thick, long underwear
winter can be cold when the North-west blows.
Horse manure was quickly scooped up the town’s housewives
good for the rosebushes.
Horse piss gave off a fragrance of time gone by.
Time changed, first slowly farmers had trucks
sold orange, tomatoes and exotic fruits never heard of before
and one day the horses to had gone.
Everybody was busy not time for a wee dram and a chat.
It was the horses that made the market pretty
oddly enough the iron ring on the railing is still here
Waiting for the warm breath of the workhorses.
There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's derriere was so big, she couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
Sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit
There once a lady from Newmarket, Ontario
Who was constantly causing quite a scenario
Exposing her vavooomer
Guys became crooners
Wailing away in a brilliant arpeggio
Live in a very quiet neighbourhood of Newmarket
Crime is non existent 'cept the store's huge markups
Seems like a crime to me
Starvation is a way out it seems
Want to lose weight but not destroy my carcass
Our town of Newmarket is alive with kooks
Evidence is the number of sillies and spooks
Unusual to be sure
In our brochure
An image of Goofy in a warm wooly tuque
The bicycle Tour of Britain
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet
The tour of Britain’s is coming here.
To Suffolk County, do you hear?
To see those riders is such a sight.
As they flash pass on their bikes, alright.
The switch of tyres on the road!
As those bikes pass with their load,
of humans crouched upon their bikes.
Head held down. What are they like?
Sweaty bodies smell as they pass by.
Backside’s stuck up in the Suffolk sky.
I wonder if potholes will go,
on the route, those bikes do flow.
If not I hope I’m not nearby.
When someone off their bike does fly!
As if they do, it won’t be fair.
As will pollute our Suffolk’s fresh country air!
I do believe it is Friday September 8th 2017 we will be graced by the tour of Britain cyclists. The route being from Newmarket to Aldeburgh.
History of the people
At the Newmarket, it was the oldest one
in town, the farmers came with horse and cart selling their produce
Their women folks sold thick long underwear,
handy in winters when the North-westerly blew.
Over the scene of banter and friendly business hung
the aroma of horse and the whiff of a wee dram.
The change to modern time came slowly at first some farmer
had bought trucks it was easier that way and warmer too.
Then one day there were no horses left exhaust fume and rain
time was going a little faster no time for a chat, and I was
fifteen and had other interests.
It was the work- horses that made the Newmarket more pretty.
Oddly enough the iron rings on the fence where horses
were tied up, are still there… waiting
for the warm breath of a steed.
There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's derriere was so big, couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
Sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit
There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's deriere was so big she couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
Sat next to herself! Overweight... just a bit!
© Jack Ellison 2015
There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's deriere was so big she couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
She sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit
© Jack Ellison 2015
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