B. Ramble And The Hedgerows

Proud purveyors of country music
to the English public,
English country music, that is:
no wide open prairies
no dogies that git along
no bucking broncs
no honky tonks
no pick-up trucks;
the occasional encounter
with a fox, a badger, a stoat….
perhaps,
but that’s as wild as it gets.

Why, you must all recall,
“Round Here, All the Cows are Called Daisy”,
the Hedgerows’ greatest hit,
written by Mr. Ramble himself
or Bert, as his friends call him.
Bert collects all the royalties
and the Hedgerows seem to be okay with that
except for Eric, the bass player
(why is it always the bass player?).
“What’s up with him?” Bert often asks,
“All he has to do is stand there hitting C”.

Bert’s not a man for rules,
he has one rule and one rule only –
no cheating songs,
just not his style,
he’s a happily married man.
There are rumors though,
sightings of Bert hanging around the backdoor of the rectory
while Vicar Derek is conducting a service;
glances exchanged with Derek’s wife, Cynthia,
while passing in the street.
Just rumors, his friends say,
what could he do in the forty minutes
it takes Derek to complete the service
and shake hands at the door.
Au contraire, Bert’s detractors say
Plenty of time, Bert’s detractors say

for a man who has mastered
the art of the three minute song.

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