{"id":2057,"date":"2016-01-31T14:30:56","date_gmt":"2016-01-31T14:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=2057"},"modified":"2016-01-31T14:30:56","modified_gmt":"2016-01-31T14:30:56","slug":"peter-paul-pawcett-fragments-written-on-a-trip-to-brixham","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2016\/01\/31\/peter-paul-pawcett-fragments-written-on-a-trip-to-brixham\/","title":{"rendered":"Peter Paul Pawcett &#8211; Fragments written on a trip to Brixham"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>I complained to that fella<br \/>\nAbout my umbrella<br \/>\nAnd he told me to speak to<br \/>\nA dead fruit seller<br \/>\nWho sold me a ticket<br \/>\nAnd proceeded to click it<br \/>\nIn a most aggressive way <\/i><\/p>\n<p>These are some examples of the lazy staccato rhyme that I wrote whilst travelling from Dartmouth to Brixham in South Devon<\/p>\n<p>As forecast the day was foul with heavy belts of rain causing localised flooding<\/p>\n<p>My friend Peter Paul Pawcett in attempting to take a photograph of his rosy friend a girl named Rosie lost his umbrella to the violent winds<\/p>\n<p>It was believed that these winds were fully to blame<\/p>\n<p>But I knew that the river had had a hand in its destruction<\/p>\n<p>The bus journey was agreeable<\/p>\n<p>Although the bus driver took a wrong turn as he had developed an obsession with Rosie\u2019s breasts<\/p>\n<p><i>Rosie always went topless during rainy weather to stop her shirts from shrinking <\/i><\/p>\n<p>The visit to the small fishing town was nothing short of a disaster as Peter Paul Pawcett and Rosie were continually in battle with the elements<\/p>\n<p>They stopped for a coffee after buying some wool but cut their visit short as they both had become chilled<\/p>\n<p><i>Figurehead Mary<br \/>\nWas the name of the ferry<br \/>\nThat crossed the river wild<br \/>\nI was one of a number<br \/>\nWho took it to blunder<br \/>\nOn that foul and awful day<br \/>\nBehind a mouse<br \/>\nInside her house<br \/>\nFrancesca hid away \u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Francesca was Rosie\u2019s real name and to this day I am not sure who travelled with Peter Paul Pawcett to Brixham on that long forgotten day<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I complained to that fella About my umbrella And he told me to speak to A dead fruit seller Who sold me a ticket And proceeded to click it In a most aggressive way These are some examples of the lazy staccato rhyme that I wrote whilst travelling from Dartmouth to Brixham in South Devon [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2057"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2057"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2057\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2057"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2057"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2057"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}