Broadstairs
Pie and chips? Or Welsh Rarebit?
Some place where we can smoke and sit.
A pint nearby, my pipe well lit.
And these two sitting opposite.
Appleby
Why is he forgetting constantly
The purpose of our company?
Sworn to locate and make study
Of every temporal anomaly.
Chalgrove
Alas, forever torn in twain!
This Bloodhound and this Oaken Thegn
Are going to make me miss my train
And argue with the wife again.