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Bridgetown

This is 'Ull, allegedly chartered on the whim
Of a long past and gone dead visitor king.

Split in two by the river, probably
 Built in the wrong place,
Hardly front runner in the City of
Progress and Expansion race,
(Isn't this the city
Praise the lord
That turned down a factory  
For the mighty Ford),
Famous for that bridge that
Really does go nowhere
Built just because an
Unbridged river was there.
In a political promise made
With a by election to fight
So no real consideration of
Whether it was needed or right,
And as a result the M62
Trans Pennine motorway
Doesn't reach 'Ull, but
Stops a few miles away.
At the time of the decision
No official voice
Said bridge or M way,
No element of choice.
So, on those bad days
Traffic to the town,
As a result of one crash
Can be gridlocked down,
While the bridge to nowhere
With its river views
Stands looking on
Though largely unused.
This strangely small and
Isolated city perched there
On the Humber bank seems
To project an aura of despair;
But this is my home city and
Whether through inertia or fear
Of change or maybe just familiarity
I expect I'll be leaving my ashes here.

This is 'Ull allegedly chartered on the whim
Of a long past and gone dead visitor king.



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Bridgetown