“Thoo remembers ord Will” somebody will say,
When a general election is on its way,
With a stamp of his foot and a wave of his hand
His speech he’d deliver from his fish box stand.
Pigeons were the first love of his life,
Followed close second by his wife.
In crouching pose by his loft he’d watch
Of his winning bird first glimpse to catch.
With anxious eyes he’d scan the air
“Is this oors coming?” he’d declare.
“We’re fost this week, can’t be denied”,
His bony frame bursting with pride.
by Mary Hambley
from Village Verses 1982
published by East Cleveland Women Live Group