Tea In Salisbury Poem by Edwin Hopper

Grandmother said, when young, that she,
motoring to the Devon Sea,
would always stop in Salisbury,
by the market, for Scones and Tea.

Nowadays it’s the 303.
A faster, tear-away grand-prix,
that efficient plans decree,
must by-pass quiet Salisbury.

Not sure all our mob would agree.
We really only stop to pee,
on our headlong rush to the sea.
We’ve too much speed to sightsee.

Well, maybe, the next time we,
all cruise down to Glastonbury,
We could slow in Salisbury,
for Burger, Chips and Tea.

Maybe.