Peckhamist

Peckhamist

In this fair vale of Peckham;

A rill ebbs and flows;

Sometimes crystalline

And sometimes murky!

In this fair vale of Peckham

Daddies in Bermuda shorts

Cradle their babes in

Bjorns!

In this fair vale of Peckham

Mummies are yummy

And their tummies are not so flabby!

In this fair vale of Peckham;

The lido is but a ghost;

Convening with the ghosts of sheep

Once grazed on clover and rye

At Peckham Rye!

In this fair vale of Peckham;

Us ladies picnic

In our bikinis

On the barren site of the lido

Resurrecting

Its spirit!

In this fair vale of Peckham;

A mulberry tree sings

Merry tunes

For her fruits of labour

Sweet!

In this fair vale of Peckham;

All clovers have four leaves

And forget- me- nots are plentiful.

In this fair vale of Peckham;

Honeybees are merry

As the pollen are omniscient.