it's all quintessentially 

picturesque & quaint

warm brush strokes

the lord doth paint




thatched cottages for villages

lush meadows all around

a light breeze & birdsong

are oft the only sound




every reverend cycles

on the green - wicket keeping

cake sales & ginger ale

a chocolate labrador sleeping




inevitably green hills

generically idyllic

begging for mass murder

or failing that

a picnic

...