Many of our contributed poems have had a square produced for them – a quote from the poem to help us share more easily on social media but also so we can display them in the game. This one is at the start of the …
What can be done
Is there ever a way
To recover a town
That has long had its day
Fought hard for reform
But who will campaign
For a town so forlorn
The cars on the bypass
Are all we hear now
The grinding of gears
That drown out the plough
The betting shop shutters
Slam down with regret
Whilst girls in pink tracksuits
The greenbelt’s been sold off
The horse has been knackered
The buildings are crumbling
The people are tattered
No jobs for the boys here
No shifts at the dock
Who wants to invest
In a town they forgot
The meetings, the Quangos
The best talking heads
Can’t give CPR
And revive what is dead
They’ll call in the diggers
And knock it all down
Then make a big car park
Of this once proud town
There are silverfish in the bath!
I can close my eyes and count to ten,
Or hold my breath till the Lord knows when —
But when I’m looking once more and breathing again
There are still silverfish in the bath!
I see breadcrumbs on the floor,
If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice,
The handbrush will sweep them up in a trice
And a spotless linoleum’s ever so nice!
But the breadcrumbs are still on the floor!
The hoover stands by the door,
There are chairs to polish — and see those shelves?
They are never going to wipe themselves!
Do you really believe in household elves?
That hoover is still by the door!
Rainspots on the window and a petrifying bug.
Grease upon the hob and balls of fluff all up the stairs —
Won’t you even try to clean the ‘apples and the pears’?!)
They’ve been there quite some time,
With spray and bleach and bucket and mop
I want you scrubbing until you drop;
Now, no more arguments! Off you hop!
And let me end this rhyme!