Looking through my old school books I come across a limerick written when I was about 11 years old.

The once was a boy called James.
Who had incredible aims,
He wanted to travel,
Around the world in a barrel,
But he only got as far as Kempston Hardwick.

There`s a vague memory floating around that a teacher advised me to use the Kempston Hardwick ending when I desperately wanted to use a word that rhymed.