Limericks and nonsense

Nonsense rhymes and limericks

Ideas for "Word on the Street" poems

Miller's Modern Bar, 1938

Here in Buxton, we’re inviting people to look at, think about and respond to Spring Gardens, our pedestrian shopping street, and the area around it. This is the third of a series of blogs about "the Word on the Street" project, with others including an introduction to the project as a whole, and two different galleries of photos (gallery 1, gallery 2) ….Photos from the history of the Gardens with buildings now gone and shop windows full of older stories

Rather than repeating all that information again, in this post, we’d like to throw some ridiculous ideas at you, inviting you to do better (which is, it has to be said, fairly easy)

So, maybe take a stroll past the shops and loiter over cakes in a cafe of today or, if you don’t live in the town, why not spin some wonder from one of those older photos

Suggestions….the misadventures that follow are all part of the “Forgotten incidents in the Life of Buxton”

How about a bit of nonsense?

1. Crossing the market causes problems

And people tend to mutter and mumble

As over the cobbles they clatter.

And bath chairs may rumble

When balancing crumble,

But try not to fumble

On the Terrace Road slopes

Or the crumble may take a tumble

Or there is that tale of unlaced Victorian virtue:

2. In bombazine and crepe,

Public attention she’d crave.

So magazines she courted

And with photographers flirted.

Outrageous she stood,

As she posed in the nude,

But with no guide at her side

Her fame outlasted her pride.

Or you might try an acrostic…

3. SPRING GARDENS

Should we plant

Pear trees and pink

Roses

In tubs and beds

Neatly along the

Gardens?

 

Gathering 

Apples and 

Red, ripe raspberries might

Delight

Everyone, inviting them to

Nibble delightedly until

Stuffed.

Or just go straight for the limerick life of the town….

4. An arrogant man on Bath Road,

Once called an old woman a toad.

She smiled a grin,

A toothless grin,

And, hopping, he reaped what he’d sowed.

5. With sausage and puddings, we’re smart,

And we have sponges down to an art,

But we’ll betray our own town,

And run all the way down,

To Bakewell for a good tart!

 

6. Bakewell puddings and Buxton cake

Are well known rivals at a bake

But the cooks were a’frighted

And the ovens ignited

When a rat danced a waltz on a rake.

7. The snow on the hills is quite deep,

And Terrace Road really quite steep.

The sliding began,

And away we all ran,

And crashed into The Grove in a heap.

There are more, but good taste has its limits….we’d love to hear yours - please keep them printable - so nothing too lewd or disgusting for public consumption. Send as Word docs to: creepingtoad@btinternet.com