Shan’t be going *there* in a hurry, then…

For Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile;
And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
At Over they fling oaths at one
And worse than oaths at Trumpington,
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,
And there’s none in Harston under thirty,
And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,
And Coton’s full of nameless crimes,
And things are done you’d not believe
At Madingley, on Christmas Eve.
Strong men have run for miles and miles,
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;
Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St Ives;
Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,
To hear what happened at Babraham.

Rupert Brooke
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

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One Response to Shan’t be going *there* in a hurry, then…

  1. Kate says:

    Neighbors and a community with “twisted lips and twisted hearts” sounds like a downer to me. Perhaps he’s referring to politicians?? Sounds a little familiar to me.

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