I went to Burnham Market this weekend. I didn’t like it.
Burnham Market: Norfolk’s Loveliest Village*
*According to Itself
In Burnham Market,
Disapproval wears a white wooly sweater
Glares down from his Land Rover
On the way to antiquing
with his orange second wife.
And Disdain is out with her two dogs
Six black eyes glare, cold as the pockmarked
flint exteriors of Holt,
and country walls
that line the place
Hadrian’s wall against the B-roads
Animosity stacks shelves
with locally sourced free range produce
and beer infused organic chutney
all tastefully overpriced.
her nose higher than the wooden beams
of her Grade II listed country market.
Ambivelance, who runs the BP garage
and wishes we were anywhere else,
Is only to happy to point us back to the A47.