I wandered by the reedy banks of lovely Windermere,
When from the depths emerged a thing so long and very queer;
An evil looking water serpent larger than a yacht,
It glared at me with such intent, I froze upon the spot.
I thought the time had come at last to take my final breath;
I made my peace and waited for a ghastly painful death.
But as its wide and drooling mouth exhaled a stench so foul,
It merely asked if I would buy a souvenir tea towel.
... or perhaps a Bownessie mug, Bownessie rock with the word Bownessie all the way through it, or maybe a postcard with a picture of Bownessie devouring a couple of jet skiers : )
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