Drunken  nights and Monday  mornings

Bargain booze and written warning!

Balding tyres and no tax disc

Kiss don’t tell we will take a risk

 

 Autumn’s dusk and summer’s dawn

Footprints on the dewy lane

Dodging every postman’s knock

Watching, watching every clock.

 

Missing minutes stolen glances

Silent stares and clod advances

There’s a life and love we could maybe share

Don’t you know or don’t you care?

 

There’s more to life than pubs and bars

Takeaway food and second hand cars

There’s a world outside this tiny town

There are a thousand colours, not just brown

 

There are roads that lead to different places

There are other trees that else where grow

You can climb them, believe me I know.

Janet Smith