Au Revoir Oxford Sentimental Series: Part 1

The Meadows of Cripley

There once was a meadow full of plots,

And of cabbages and courgettes and pots,

The odd badger rustled through

Taking a whole sweetcorn or two

But never disturbing the lot.

And along with the pots were the sheds,

Of all sizes, shapes and animal beds,

And inside you might find,

If you're careful and kind,

A spare string of onions to swop for a cabb-edge.

Walking south from Port Meadow don't be fooled,

Hidden well is this place with its leaf mould,

But a haven not to be missed,

Full of people, smiling and sun-kissed,

Cripley Meadow, is the wonderland to behold.

                                                                                  - By me, 2013

(Written for the legend that is the Cripley Meadow Allotments Chair-woman.  Purposefully naff.)