Popocatapetl is an active volcano in Mexico. It is the second highest volcano in North America. At Christmas 1994 it was threatening to erupt. I remember seeing pictures of it on the telly. It looked so fearsome and impressive that I was inspired to write a poem about it. The poem is still not really finished, as it's hard to get something to rhyme with Popocatapetl, but this is my best effort so far.
Popocatapetl
There was a young man from Popocatapetl,
Who got on a train to llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
But the train was delayed
By essential maintenance work in the Birmingham area
And he had to wait
For a long time
at Crewe.
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