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My poem read out on the radio!!! Whoo-hoo!
This morning at 8:45, my poem was read on Swansea Radio, 96.4 fm 'the Wave'.
It was this one:
Through mountains jade and skies of blue
to the Swansea area of Cymru
there we find our dank, dark town
not picturesque
but more grotesque,
a steaming, stinking mound.
"Port Talbot," say the local girls,
"the arsehole of the world."
In Sandfields and its Western ave
the streets are roamed by yobs, hoodies and chavs.
Station road with public house,
not velvet rose
but drug-filled nose
stabbed or shot, smack in the mouth.
"Port Talbot," say the local boys
"a flower doused with oil."
Workmen pour from the Corus doors
of that Margam monster breathing brimstone.
Taibach's grime, terraced homes;
they do detest
the streets of less.
Open sewer, jobless drones.
"Port Talbot," say the local orcs,
"is like Tolkein's Mordor."
I'm quite happy!!!
Kie
This morning at 8:45, my poem was read on Swansea Radio, 96.4 fm 'the Wave'.
It was this one:
Through mountains jade and skies of blue
to the Swansea area of Cymru
there we find our dank, dark town
not picturesque
but more grotesque,
a steaming, stinking mound.
"Port Talbot," say the local girls,
"the arsehole of the world."
In Sandfields and its Western ave
the streets are roamed by yobs, hoodies and chavs.
Station road with public house,
not velvet rose
but drug-filled nose
stabbed or shot, smack in the mouth.
"Port Talbot," say the local boys
"a flower doused with oil."
Workmen pour from the Corus doors
of that Margam monster breathing brimstone.
Taibach's grime, terraced homes;
they do detest
the streets of less.
Open sewer, jobless drones.
"Port Talbot," say the local orcs,
"is like Tolkein's Mordor."
I'm quite happy!!!
Kie
