SALISBURY PLAIN

Salisbury, plain as the nose on your face,
Ever feel left behind in the human race?
Common ground can be found, especially on Salisbury Plain,
Not seeing wood for the trees—going against the grain.
Common sense is so often lacking,
Despite the brightness of brain;
It’s one thing pooling resources,
Providing resources don’t drain.
Being resourceful in seeking recourse to revenge,
As a last resort,
Near Salisbury, say at Stonehenge,
Can land you in court.
Playing fields, fields of green,
The greenest grass you’ve ever seen.
Tom Jones’ vocals, Welsh yokels’ local knowledge,
Unknown territory, Terry Tory’s lavatory,
Flushes the red from the green.