You’ve hated living here for too long. Forever. The whole town is boring, dour, rubbish and crap. You’ve planned your escape to sunny wherever, Till you notice you fit like a cervical cap.
I left my heart in Bristol a long, long time ago, I left it down the Harbourside where boats and people flow. Someone said they saw it drinking wine Under the Stars, It looked quite merry sitting there as pigeons pecked a Mars. It said, your life from now on in must manage … Continue reading To Bristol