WaV, your Buxton poem is just a list of stuff... but I have to admire the sentiment of the last line. Mind you, just how 'English' tea is is a moot point, isn't it? I hope you don't mean that herbal muck... Incidentally, just to be unnecessarily pedantic, I think the majority of Derbyshire is gritstone, not limestone, but there is limestone near Buxton. I don't know how good it is for making statues.

EC - "Oh Smokey, I'm so sorry...proud Buxton falls under the pen...we will remember!"

Don't thee worry, we can look after us sens. I've often wondered about some sort of culturally defensive alliance between Derbys, Yorks and Lancs though.. I suppose we could include Northumbria if they promise to try and talk English :-)

Capt, Birdseye - "let this be a warning to all tea drinkers,you will end up inspired,you could produce such poetic gems. "

It's never happened to me, and I've drunk enough to rehydrate the Sahara.. I think the use of the word 'tea' in this context is probably just poetic licence - after all, 'beer' doesn't rhyme, any fool can see that. No, the whole intrinsic structure of the piece, not to mention the underlying metaphor, is dependent on that last syllable; it would be sheer nonsense without it.