Taking the Pibroch (deer o deer)
My Herts in the lowlands, my Herts is right here
My Herts in the lowlands, avoiding the deer
Avoiding the muntjac, the fallow, the roe
Avoiding the blighters, wherever I go.
My Herts above London, on't way to the North
A little oasis, in a county of worth
Where flows through the Mimram, in a valley below
And escape is impossible when we’re knee-deep in snow.
I want not the mountains, towering high
Just give me the Chilterns that roll gently by
And venison plenty, our plates to enhance
But not on our bumpers please, give us a chance.
- Category: Poetry
- Tags: Hertfordshire (Herts). The Rabbiemeister. My Heart's in the Highlands. Robbie Burns. (Bumpers=Fenders in US)
7 comments add one below
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
We call them bumpers here too, although fender is the most common.
Deer dodging is a competitive sport in my neck of the woods!
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
Something else I just thought of. That carnival ride that you call the dodge 'ems over there we actually call bumper cars here.
I always thought it was strange that Peter Gabriel, who was English, said in Sledgehammer "You could have a bumper car bumping" because I knew even then that you called them the dodge 'ems. I guessed he was trying to speak to American audiences.
Sorry, that was a real tangent.
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Interesting, but my family also called them bumper cars like you. And tangents are good!
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
Oh, maybe bumper cars is more common there than I thought. We would never used the phrase dodge 'ems here.
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
This drabble is a pastiche of the famous poem by Robbie Burns “My heart’s in the Highlands”. It helps if you know that poem...
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
I enjoyed it without getting the Burns reference. Something similar happened to me a Drabble of Lisas' the other day of course.
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Thanks Drew. It was fun writing it. I had just avoided a couple of fallow deer straying onto the single track section of road between our village and my daughter’s. I had to slam on the brakes. There are lots of them around here, particularly muntjac (which taste rather good).
