Holsworthy

 O Holsworthy, thou Devonshire delight,

Where sheep and dreams both graze upon the green,

Thy market’s roar—a symphony each night,

Of bargains struck and tales absurdly seen.

Thy narrow streets with modest humble pride,

Beseech the traveler with a cheeky grin,

"Here ambition strolls on countryside,"

Yet finds it’s oft outpaced by goats within!

No city’s steel can match thy cowed embrace,

For in thy heart ambition slinks, amused;

Who needs skyscrapers when one can chase

A cheddar wheel rolling—hope infused?

So here’s to thee, where clotted cream meets jest,

Holsworthy’s charm: ambition dressed in best!