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I've always lived in Slough, and how
the experience of every English day,
flinging the same window wide, I say
it's done me bloody good. And now

I've come to grace you with my verse,
brought to you from good, old-fashioned, working-class
ignorance and arrogance. Look in my glass,
half empty, though it be, or worse.

I like acrostics and to write in code
and backward stuff - 'Madam I'm Adam' -
and my favorite cheese is Edam,
so don't expect an ode.

'Ode to Edam', though, It has a 'wring'.
Although it comes in lumps, it could be grated -
though processed cheese lies flatly on your bread;
my mangle might well flatten out the thing.

Where was I? Lost in deep significance -
for every byway of my mind a fiery grate
where embers of the truth tip-toe in late
or, hiccuping, perform a silent dance.

And so I've filled the page; and filled the bog;
and time to brush my teeth and say, 'Night night.
Enough's enough for one day', Doris says right;
and, slumping on the bed, I slough my clog.

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Slough, the noun, must rhyme with cow,
but the verb slough must chime with rough.