Brooding on the books to be typed out (through a migraine) Rev.Skinner comes to mind,(all those barrows he excavated) then there's Canon Ellacombe and his garden, and checking on Gutenberg they even have the Rev'd Bowles and his terrible poetry...

"Yon eastern downs,

"That weather-fence the blossoms of the vale,

Where winds from hill to hill the mighty Dike,

Of Woden named, with many an antique mound,

The warrior's grave, bids exercise awake,

And health, the breeze of morning to inhale:

Meantime, remote from storms, the myrtle blooms

Beneath my southern sash."

I would'nt bother to include it in meg.poems, all these reverends only had one working day a week unfortunately, the rest was spent writing terrible poetry or attacking barrows ;)