Yesterday, I found myself standing beside the grave of the American poet Sylvia Plath. She's buried in a churchyard just across the valley from my house. Sylvia married local Yorkshireman and future Poet Laureate Ted Hughes, who presumably chose her final resting place after her suicide in 1963.
I'm not a poetic man, but, as I was looking down at Sylvia's grave, the Muse Thalia grabbed me by the nuts and moved me to verse:
An American poet named Plath
Was composing a poem in the bath.
Her husband, Ted Hughes,
Was far from amused:
"Tha'th wet all tut coal, tha daft lath*!"
How long before Calderdale has its second Poet Laureate?
* Note: It's a little-known fact that Ted Hughes had a distict lisp. I heard it from our milkman.
See also: Julian Date's tribute to Ted Hughes