Once more the queen’s own country beckoned me, With unabashed glee I flocked to the flower like a bee, Soaking in the beauty through each day I spent, I had no idea where slippery time went. This time I followed the road less travelled, to bask in the glorious greenery, Where the goats grazed and the Angus gobbled, I sought to soak in the serene scenery. If you think your brain is burnt and fried, I would urge you to head to the English countryside, Broadwell, Bourton-on-the-water, Upper & Lower Slaughter, Places stopped by time but still stand magically forever after, Watch the tussle between the shy sun and the cumulus clouds unfold, With each round of Surya’s victory, the brown cottage walls were ablaze in gold. Cycling through the 50 shades of green, It’s hard not to forget all thoughts so mean, How can the unkind demons remain when you spot Shaun the Sheep, Lazing on the soft emerald bed, snoring so sedate in dream deep sleep. Mindlessly meandering the original flushing meadows, Your imaginary foes no longer casting non-existent shadows, It’s a place not by far the moo’s last sigh, It’s a place where you can let your thoughts & imagination fly. It’s a place where patience and politeness, Are not as illusory as the monster Loch Ness, Where children learn not to lie and cheat, Even after they stand on their big two feet. Queen’s own country, where the sun is shy, and the weather never dry, Yet you wonder why you bid goodbye with such a happy high. Maybe the answer lies in their scrumptious scone, Or maybe it doesn’t, but you’ll surely remember the taste long after you’re gone.
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