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“Thoo remembers ord Will” somebody will say, When a general election is on its way, With a stamp of his foot and a wave of his hand His speech he’d deliver from his fish box stand.
Pigeons were the first love of his life, Followed close second by his wife. In crouching pose by his loft he’d watch Of his winning bird first glimpse to catch.
With anxious eyes he’d scan the air “Is this oors coming?” he’d declare. “We’re fost this week, can’t be denied”, His bony frame bursting with pride.

by Mary Hambley

from Village Verses 1982

published by East Cleveland Women Live Group