Sense of direction, sense of sax

There was a young man from Kent Whose sense of direction was bent. He took the M5 To get to St Ives, But drowned on the way in the Trent. There was a young woman from Bingham Who knew lots of tunes and could sing 'em. But her sound on the sax Was so terribly lax That they smothered her quickly in gingham. Two limericks for you. The first I wrote circa 1986-7, the second circa 1993-5. The first is pointless if you don't get UK geography. The second was for my university friend Clare from Bingham, Nottinghamshire who, obviously, plays the saxophone. Not many things rhyme with Bingham.