|
|
Stockport (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones
Look down Wellington Road and see,
nestling in the drizzle and murk,
The filthiest town hall in the north,
A wedding cake covered in car emissions.
Frederich Engels once stood on that viaduct,
(which has a motorway passing through it
and a five storey mill underneath)
and he remarked, more or less,
this place is a shithole.
The smell of the brewery covers
the market square, with its
dodgy clothes stalls and old man pubs.
Army surplus shops on Hillgate
Used to sell combats to the kids,
Now the nineties are over
They wear fancier trousers.
On Saturdays, crowds flock to see
County lose; they are rarely disappointed.
Meanwhile, they make chocolate digestives
In the McVities factory in Heaton Mersey.
On hot days, they have to stop production
Because the chocolate will not set.
There are few hot days.
Back to poem details
xxx | 68.164.242.151 | 0 | June 10, 2005 2:15 PM PDT |
zodiac | 67.240.155.34 | 10 | April 2, 2004 5:41 AM PST |
lukehanney | 212.219.142.161 | 0 | May 16, 2003 7:54 AM PDT |
horus8 | 24.126.113.154 | 10 | April 18, 2003 1:19 PM PDT |
Bachus | 24.126.113.154 | 8 | December 19, 2002 1:55 PM PST |
Anonymous | 212.219.142.161 | 0 | December 6, 2002 1:18 AM PST |
Tintagiles | 198.164.238.92 | 5 | October 22, 2002 11:11 AM PDT |
Limness | 167.206.181.179 | 9 | October 22, 2002 10:23 AM PDT |
god'swife | 209.179.137.173 | 8 | October 22, 2002 9:49 AM PDT |
<~> | 167.206.181.179 | 8 | October 22, 2002 6:50 AM PDT |
==Doylum | 213.122.59.217 | 7 | October 22, 2002 5:26 AM PDT |
Christof | 195.172.133.226 | 9 | October 22, 2002 4:51 AM PDT |
|