352 – Oh To Be In Worcester

Poem number 352
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Oh To Be In Worcester
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Oh to be in Worcester
When the porcelain’s in bloom
A sea of china everywhere
And not a hint of doom
Not a hint of Terror
Or the melting of the ice
Not a hint of prostitutes
Or druggies and their vice
Just china cups and china plates
(And teapots where there’s room)
Oh to be in Worcester
When the porcelain’s in bloom.

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