Friday, April 01, 2011


Again I'm writing a poem a day throughout April. See Carrie Etter's list of participants here, and the threads here. My effort for today:

One last big tea before I leave the county

Eeh, a great oblong table
laden wi’ riches of Yorkshire and trouble
consequent on there being fuck all to do:
a truculent welcome for me and for you,
southerner sandwiches, call-centre pies,
liquorice shadows in factories of flies,
flat caps and trackies and dole queues and gyms,
non-NHS dentists coining by gums,
fenceposts and fishing and regeneration
re-opening the derelict pub at the station,
rugby bloody league with Harry bloody Gration,
moorlands as barren and gaping as gobs
of tweed-burdened burghers and shell-suited knobs,
teacakes moistened on top of the kettle,
and gift shops closed down in the centre of Settle,
Doncaster’s regal and drunken flaneurs
and Bradford pornographers’ ‘Story of Er’
and parkin and parking for five quid a day
and Parkinson threatening to come back from Bray.
Pillocks and wazzocks and breadcakes and rain
and Tina and Gilbert and Ajmal and Shane,
O give me a bite of your county of scran
and tea from the well-stewed teapot of Don –
I have lived here a decade, complacent and fat,
so goodbye and thank you, and thank you, and that.


Blogger craighallam said...

"and tea from the well-stewed teapot of Don"

That has to be the best description of the Don I've seen. Great Yorkshire poem, Tony.

12:21 AM  
Blogger Tony Williams said...

Thanks Craig - good to hear from you!

8:59 AM  
Anonymous Sue Donnelly said...

Love this - made me think of Barnsley where I've been based for 9'll miss Yorkshire!!

8:39 AM  

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