A Place called Loose Chippings

A Place called Loose Chippings

Some ways up the road

Not too far away

There is a village I pass through

With a strange name I would say

Loose Chippings it called

A pretty little place

In the summer there’s flower boxes

That stand out in your face

Such is their beauty

A  Rainbowistic sight

And the street lights shine brightly

At all times of the night

Helped by the glowing

Of the bright shining moonlight

As you drive through

Rarely is anyone seen

Except Old Bob and his dog Bessie

Who is running free on the village green

The local pub sign swings gentle

In the mid-day breeze

And the only sound heard sometimes

Is when old farmer Brown’s cow gives a sneeze

So as you drive slowly through

As the other roadside sign says

You will remember Loose Chipping

For the rest of your days