John Hegley is one of my favourite poets. I had the pleasure of seeing him live at the Edinburgh Festival this year.
If you have never read any of his poems, then click here and see what you are missing.
In the meantime, here is my inadequate cheesy homage to Luton's finest poet, from Preston's least acclaimed.
Fromage to John Hegley
I often think of Preston
As I pull my old string vest on
But I rarely think of Luton
When I'm lounging on my futon