A rather eccentric publication 'The Oldie' magazine recently ran a poetry competiton - all lines had to rhyme with 'Slad'
Philip Brown was amongst the winners with this:
Laurie Lee, who came from Slad
Set out one morning, when a lad,
With violin (though not a Strad)
Some silver to the coins he had
The village life was strictly Trad.
He wrote about his absent Dad,
The festivals that made them glad,
Cider with Rosie (just a fad),
And poor Miss Flynn, so nearly mad,
Who told his mother, 'I've been had,
Mrs Er... Things made me sad'
The milkman found her where, unclad,
She'd drowned beneath a lily pad.
Just goes to show you can't keep a good author down.
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