A SCOUSE CONGRATULATION
(The poem no one commissioned me to write for the Queen`s jubilee.).
Greetings, Ma`am, from our particular city,
Our own beloved mass of masonry,
And though the stranger may not think it pretty,
We are glad to be
We dwell up here beside our windy river
(The sea drives in and scours us twice a day)
And though betimes it makes us blanche or shiver
It never, ever, stops our work or play.
Our fathers were a mix of mingled peoples,
Scots and Welsh, raw Irish, country clods,
All around us half a score of steeples
Worship our differing gods.
We breed our share of poets and musicians,
Pop and sonnets, rock and modern verse.
We`re free and, lady, no mere politicians
Ever called us theirs.
We boast a bit but, lady, please don`t mind us
Most of what we boast is said in play.
But, should it ever need, be sure you`ll find us,
Loyal…(but in our Liverpudlian way).
Chris Co
Mon 14th May 2012 22:39
I considered the football clubs as spires to a differing religion; one that sits well with the religious and non religious alike hehe