Whistlewaterbottom

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Whistlewaterbottom
A town name so long
An old English village
More history than fame
No one of importance
Or tarred with fame's brush
Has been from Whistlewaterbottom
Since before the war before the last
Yet still clinging to its importance
As where Charles the Second stopped
On his coronation tour of blah-blah
Before the royalists lost the plot
The old town inn has been serving
Watery stew and local ale
Since before America was discovered
By Europeans completely lost
The small river running through
Whistlewaterbottom
Is quite scenic now
The rusting prams have been removed
And the village green annually holds
The village versus manor cricket match
All proceeds to St.Michael's
The rustic white painted church
Which has seen better attendances
And once was interrupted
By an errant German bomb
Which buried itself in the cemetary
But forgot to detonate
Whistlewaterbottom
Seem so much and yet
It dimensions are still human
Fashion a pastiche of
Eras we do well to forget
A collision of styles and statements
Often stolen from some other burb
More stylish and better set
Those aluminium windows ill-set
In a heritage house facade
A door imported from China
On a twelve storey high container ship
A door meant for internal use
Used externally on a dairy shed
Build with bluestone pilfered in 17th century
From remains of a 12th century tower
Knocked down by Henry VIII
As he acquired the local monasteries lands
Reformation and revolt and information
Whistlewaterbottom
Lived through each and seen
Those ages consigned to rubbish bin
Become footnotes to a history
Of a land green productive and free
And little places without compare
Whistlewaterbottom
Unmarked on any map of major byways
Slipped away and forgotten
Except for those who discover it
And find no mobile phone signal
The road sign on rotting posts
Local larrakins have turn thrice around
Enjoy your visit for when you go
No more finding Whistlewaterbottom
Through which the Whistle river flow.