Poem inspired by Abingdon’s Guildhall


I’ll tell you of the Guildhall
Its rooms for public use –
The ancient and the modern
all fused without excuse.

One end is made of concrete,
A nineteen sixties crime
It doesn’t fit the setting
Or the medieval time.

It used for organ concerts
for craft fairs and a ball.
It has a stage and balcony
and is called the Abbey Hall

Walk across the foyer
And through an ancient door
You’ll find the council chamber
Wood panelled long before.

It boasts some lovely paintings
A Gainsborough King and Queen
Next door you’ll find the bear room
Where the Bear Club can be seen.

And down below more history
A room of ancient fame
The first schoolroom in Abingdon
The Roysse Room is its name.

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