The (other) Trent Vale poet takes early retirement

To round off my fairly short series of posts demonstrating how I can string together something equating to a poem in a matter of minutes; below are my two earliest attempts.

At the bottom of this post are the links to my two previous entries on this theme, the first one gives a little more background as to who/what these poems were written for. And this is the link for the actual Trent Vale Poet.

The first one was themed around Coventry and Warwickshire, all I simply did was hijack a William Blake poem, the second theme was Weather. For the record Bob Brolly is a presenter on the station I was writing it for.

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England’s mountains green
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
No
Until then, Stratford, Warwick, Leamington and Cov.
Will be the closest taste of Heaven here on earth
Us mere mortals will ever get to taste of the above
I wish I could say that it's filled my heart with mirth

An Indian summer, that's what my friend said she was hoping for last week
Her optimism was radiant but the sun wasn't, hiding instead behind thick dark clouds of peril
Watch out for surface water on the M6, I'm already sick of saying it
And yet there's still more to come.
Bob Brolly's namesake has been used extensively this week, the weatherman has not been good to him.
But however overcast we might feel we've got it pretty good here on this little island
Not lying on a faultline and not even the sniff of a tropical storm
Grin and bear it, it's the British way

http://gregsammons.blogspot.com/2009/04/trent-vale-poet-has-no-clear.html

http://gregsammons.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-trent-vale-poet.html