Comeahead then comeahead When the skies round Birkie turn tomater red Like some ould heartcase breathalysed in a copshop; Comeahead past tellies on the blink An bashed-in bins that stink: Past playgrounds strewed with soupcans rubbers rocks An offies gorrup like Fort Knox ... O comeahead I dare yer An see ar NO GO area In twos an twos the busies comes an goes Chattin back ter their radios The fog that hangs around the ferries Squeezed out a sock near Fort Perch Rock Squeezed out an udder one near Formby Light Picked at its athlete's foot by Crosby baths Towelled itself down against the floating roadway Coughed up its lungs at Tranmere Then crashed a lobbo job dead snug-an-tite An there will be time Fer me to go meet me peergroup in the dump; Ter roll a drunk or give some cow a hump An time ter wire another horseless carriage Or have a gangshag in a broke-in garage Time ter do what we goan ter do Before we sit round sniffing bags of glue In twos an twos the busies comes an goes Chattin back ter their radios | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |