My little geographic rhyming tour
Has, I fear, started to stall,
So it comes to its conclusion with
Thoughts on the town of Walsall.
Valley of the Welsh was the original
Derivation of its splendid name,
The position of mayor long used as
Reward in the political honours game.
For more than seven hundred years
There's been a Market there
Though I'm not quite sure whether
It ever had a proper Market Square.
Famous for its leather work,
And the items they made
Brought the town prosperity
With its vibrant leather trade.
Britain's first Wurlitzer Theatre Organ
Was installed in nineteen twenty five
Which helped the New Picture House
To both prosper and survive.
It has both Primark and Poundland now
To replace old shops they knocked down
And so to day has become just another
Could be anywhere in the country town.
A pox on all those developers who
Vandalise, change, and mar their faces
To produce such characterless cities
From Walsall and other historic places.
With this little work our journey has,
I hope gently, come to it's very end.
My thanks for the tolerance reader and,
I hope by now, I may say, dear friend.
