One day with her
nephew or niece
Dame Peggy Ashcroft was travelling
In Royal Berkshire on British railways
When they came to a halt just outside
For quite a while they were stationary
The train motionless on the silent rail
When looking out the steamy windows
Through the trees they could see Reading gaol
“Oscar Wilde was once in that prison”
“Really what did he do to get in there?”
Dame Peggy tried to put it delicately
She said “Well um uh he didn’t really fit in dear”
