With apologies to Mr Betjeman
Come friendly bombs fall
on S-on-A.
It isn’t fit for one more day
Please my friend take it far away.
Cross over, Bridge!
Come, bombs and blow
To smithereens
The Royal Shakespeare
And its schemes.
Same play, new take,
Same words but fake
Hollow laugh, hollow crown.
Mess up the mess they
Call a town,
A second home for thousands down
And once in twelve a visit ‘home’
For twenty years.
Last edited by ronlyre : 06-11-2006 at 01:24 AM.
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