I went to a writing group for the first time last week. It was the sixth of October, which is apparently National Poetry Day, and in aid of that we spent the first five minutes banging out a quick poem. The group leader solicited answers to various questions – name a place, a colour, etc. – and at the end of all that, we had to use the following words in our poem:
Black, Blackpool, horse, fish & chips, Professor Brian Cox, swimming.
I called it La Belle Epoque, which is, as usual, a Half Man Half Biscuit reference. The text is available here if you want to read it in peace.