Waterloo Teeth

All that you left me in your will

Were your Waterloo Teeth

Which I admired greatly

When you were alive

Now I keep them in a glass

Next to my bed

So that I may taste history

When I break from my dreams

 

The Fertile Fields of England

When dining out

My wife and I

Always choose a restaurant

That uses home grown produce

As it is good to eat with your ancestors