up Wrekin i did climb
in parts its very steep
thinking about a rhyme
then mud i fell in deep
brushing myself off
covered in slimy mud
everyone did scoff
calling me a spud
really very agitated
in huff and puff i went
never felt so fabricated
its a long way back to Gwent
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