Nothing happened
In Hessle yesterday.
The same nothing
Happened again today.
On a cosmic scale
It's the type of spot
Where nothing happens
Happens quite a lot.
Just down the road
Not far away
Nothing happens
Every single day.
It's locked in time
It's locked in space
It really is a most
Pleasant place.
I've deliberately left
That place unnamed
In the hope it long
Remains unchanged
