Thomas Hood, The Comic Poems of Thomas Hood
“ And as yet I have found no fields to prefer to dear Leicester Fields up in town. To be sure it is pleasant to walk in the meads, and so I should like for miles, If it wasn’t for clodpoles of carpenters that put up such crooked stiles; For the bars jut out, and you must jut out, till you’re almost broken in two, If you clamber you’re certain sure of a fall, and you stick if you try to creep through. ”
