Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!

It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death!

 Surely a bit harsh, Mr. Betjeman?


Please, friendly bombs, avoid falling on Slough today because I have two meetings there.

I'm sure there are lovely bits to Slough which can be seen from one of the zillions of planes that pass over it so quietly on the flightpath to Heathrow.

Look! Here's the bus station!

I know I'm being totally unfair to be so damning, never having properly visited the place.

The Slough of Despond

I think perhaps if it changed its name it would stand a better chance...