by Kiana de Bellaigue de Bughas

There once was a provost called Neil
Who had a particular feel
For pancakes to flip
Without having a trip
Across the first quad of Oriel.

There once was a provost called Neil
On Shrove Tuesday, needing a meal,
He fell on some batter
And went down with a splatter Across the first quad of Oriel.

But alas, don’t worry about Neil
He got straight back up with some zeal
For then he remembered
Oriel just turned 700!
The pancake race wasn’t a big deal.

Photo by Tessel Gast