MR N D Tildsley, of Glazebury, has challenged me to print his poem following my article last week slamming the filth in Leigh's newly-re-opened Bengal Street toilets.
(You have to get into the right rhythm):
My granddad Owd Joe Tildsley,
Had the Duck And Cake Shoppee,
Long since knocked down and now replaced
By the new Leigh Library
I used to sit on Saturday nights
On the base of the old obelisk
In those days you could leave your
Kids without any sort of risk
When the 10 o'clock rocket sounded
The shutters of the shop
Would close and then my mother would come and pick me up.
Take me home to Vicarage Square
The place where I was born
And there I'd sleep till the old church bells
Awakened me each morn
On the very spot where I saw the light
Over eighty years or more
They now have built the public loo
With a four thirty closing door
So thank you folks and passers by
Who sometimes visit Leigh
That you pause a while and find relief
On the birthplace of poor old me
What's happening now is nothing new
It's there for all to see
That's what's been done all through my life
on poor old, poor old me.
I know the feeling, Mr Tildsley.
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