Laetitia thought, “One cannot go to London without seeing the residences of the Queen and the Royal Family,” so she arranged with a local tour company to take her and her group first to Windsor Castle and then to Buckingham Palace. They viewed Kensington Palace and grounds from the outside. The latter palace is near Kensal Town and Droop Street. Droop Street is Rude UK locale that Laetitia thought might make a good limerick, but on their walk there, nothing came to mind. “Maybe later,” she thought.
She also drew a blank at St. John’s Wood, a Rude UK site near Regents’ Park, although Arletta, a member of Laetitia’s group on this day, thought the latter street name was especially hilarious. As it turned out, she had a personal reason for these thoughts. The street name reminded Arletta of the most desirable feature of a former boyfriend whose surname was St. John, but was assuredly no saint. Later that afternoon they had a late lunch at the nearby Rex Restaurant on Piccadilly, and Laetitia was beginning to despair about writing the day’s limerick until a conversation at a nearby table provided one.
A question that sorely did vex
A Welshman who dined at the Rex
With a London West Ender
Was “What is the gender
Of the folks who live in Middlesex?”