The book of urban poetry 1995-2020

[Pickman's model]

Not a place to put new stuff by urbs but a thread to collect the poetry written by urbs and posted on urban since the site was set up, which is spread over many different threads

I'll start you off with this little gem, all that survives of 'breakfast at swaffham'

We breakfasted in swaffham, boys,
When we rose against the crown
We marched up to the manor house
And smashed its great door down
The squire was dead and the house ran red
Before the day was done
But we ate his food and it tasted good
As we washed it down with rum

--traditional song