TIME JOURNEYS ON
(Inspired by London Transport Competition for a verse on the 1930’s transport system.)
Never mind there weren’t any buses from Bank to Mandalay,
We c’d travel over London for a shilling for the day.
Was it trams? Was it tubes? Was it sixty years or more?
My mem’ry aint that good now… well, y’know there was a war.
An’ our family was blew apart an’ landed gawd knows where,
An’ the up-west of me boyhood aint no longer Leicester Square.
The west is now the wester west our younger folk have gone to,
Calgary, Vancouver, Boston, Washington, Toronto.
And it’s Heathrow and it’s Gatwick and it’s hurry for the Flight,
“Will madam have the window seat? No smoking sir? That’s right.”
And them who stayed in England changed their accent with their house,
So the ones wot moved to Liverpool can understand the scouse.
On sunny days our London folk drive down to her and me,
For in Hove where we live Actually, we’ve a beach hut by the sea.
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