By way of explanation, I am holidaying in York in March and am all excited!!! :))))) Then I wondered what on earth a girl is to do of an evening? So I have been coming up with ideas for fun things for me to do. The following poem was begun this morning (the first two verses) with the rest added after I had done a bit of research. I hope the subject matter neither offends nor scares anyone. Having lived above an antique shop for ten years in the past, nothing like that scares me. :) k xxx
One Night In York.
I'm planning out a ghost walk
around the pubs of York.
I'd like to see some spirits of both kind!
I'm searching on the internet
for history's mysteries.
As yet, I've no idea what I'll find.
Right, I'm going to have a starter
in Ye Olde Starre Inn.
For that is where I'm hoping
that the action will begin.
The cellars housed the Royalists.
Men hurt at Marston Moor,
and two ghost cats are said to roam
from t'main bar to the door.
And then it's to The Punchbowl
for a main of Fish n' Chips.
Where in the past it's said
the girls did 'extras' for their tips!
The ghost here is a sad one
for her customer was bad.
He chased and then he strangled her
when boozing made him mad.
To cheer up, I'll go to
The Old White Swan, on Goodramgate.
Where friendly Papists place the chairs
in circles when it's late.
I reckon I'll skip pudding
cos by now I will be full.
But who knows what one night will bring
when it's ghosts I'm trying to pull!
lol Lovely poem Kath and a grand idea, to wander the streets of York in hunt of good fare and foul ghost.