Good work with the rhyme for Aberystwyth – I’d never have thought of Bara Brith.

Reading that made me remeber that I wrote a poem when I left Aber too so I’ve dug it out in case you’re interested:

I’ll miss this little place on the West Coast of Wales,
where it’s always sunny when exams come around,
but she shows her real beauty in the rain and the gales
so I know, in the future, it’s where my heart will be found.
I’m writing this word to help me grieve,
for the people and places here, where I’ve learnt and grown
Because after three and a half years it’s time to leave.
I’ve done my last duty with the old N****line phone,
I’ve done my last Re-load on a Wednesday night.
There are many things that I’m bound to miss,
like the sunsets, which are a beautiful sight,
even the Glen though the toilet floors are covered in piss.
No more stroking, no more Troma or climbing Penglais Hill,
no more to the Ship and Castle or even the Bay,
I’ll miss all thes ethings, I know I will,
as this place is special, in its own unique way.
So long to Llandinam, the village and my friends,
goodbye to Consti and her views of the pier.
This is where my time in Aberystwyth ends,
it’s the saddest of days because I love it here.

As you can see, I didn’t bother rhyming anything with Aberystwyth. Reading it back, it also sounds like a kind of suicide note, which is wierd.