The Minster Mash
Ewt & I are spending a not-the-weekend break in York, enjoying the fine hostelries and visitor attractions of the city.
This being our last full day, postcards are being written while K. waits for her cheeseburger and I await the arrival of a roast suckling piglet in apple sauce. Alas that all the postcards on sale in the Minster are all respectable and dull, so I have been forced to make my own entertainment: A wench from the city of York,
Could wrench with a forty-pound torque;
The Dean of the Minster
Baptised her and rinsed her:
His Bishop can pull out a cork.
Full restaurant reviews will follow: there are some damn' good restaurants in York.
This being our last full day, postcards are being written while K. waits for her cheeseburger and I await the arrival of a roast suckling piglet in apple sauce. Alas that all the postcards on sale in the Minster are all respectable and dull, so I have been forced to make my own entertainment: A wench from the city of York,
Could wrench with a forty-pound torque;
The Dean of the Minster
Baptised her and rinsed her:
His Bishop can pull out a cork.
Full restaurant reviews will follow: there are some damn' good restaurants in York.