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Sonnet I - The Professional Gentlemen's trip to Bath
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By Jonathan Abraham.
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I tear myself from my homely hearth,
With the minimum of fuss.
I wend myself to that glorious Bath,
On a Kinross Leyland bus.
With gentlemen such, talk can never be banal,
Such as they a professional bunch.
We'll walk along the Kennet and Avon canal,
And stop there at Bathampton for lunch.
And when the day is ending this'll,
Cue to us our glass to raise.
We'll meet at the Pig and Whistle,
And rejoice through a drunken haze.
Then homeward George, and make good flight.
To the Bells dear George, drunk tonight.
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