Buy them all in Tintagel.
Oe’r your hearth, a
Bust of Arthur
You can buy it here as well.
Cornish ice cream,
What a nice dream,
Can you feel the aura here?
Leave well fed
There’s even magic in the beer.
Someone, sometime cast a spell,
To empty brain and purse as well,
Beware th’enchantment, the gift-shop bell
Should you visit Tintagel.
I haven’t been to Tintagel since 2014, but I enjoyed it when I did. Visited previously c. 2006 and I think that was when the first couplet of this silly little leonine verse got into my head. Now I have used it and posted it in the wild – on googlemaps. There’s not enough feral poetry out there, is there?