Rhymes and poems from Hull and the places we have visited.
Hull, or Kingston Upon Hull to give it’s regal title, is a wonderful living soap opera.
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The Row End Blockers.
One “black beast” of mine you must know
Wherever there’s seats in a row
In cinema stall,
Church pew, village hall
There’s a source of foreboding and woe.
They sit on the end of the row
Completely choking the flow
When folks move them to enter
The seats in the centre
They tut and they sigh and they blow!
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