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A poem about my life in Bristol, on the eve of moving to London. Made to be read aloud |
Big Geoffs bouffant and Holymead’s ghosts Corridor love ins and mod flamingos Campouts and Glastonbury and parties galore; Drinking and singing, then drinking some more. Welcome to my world, my childhood, my life: I’m a Bristolian, it’s a bit of alright. Whittling away summer under skies azure Singing Queen and Robbie- why? Not sure. Meandering through the parks and the towns Dressed as robots, but sadly, not clowns Everything simple, most of the time- Excluding the dramas and mishaps of wine (or vodka, tequila, beer..) Cardboard fantasies, gut wrenching realities, full blown insanity: Never a dull moment it seems. Bathtub bonding and buttering face, The fondest of memories I’ll take from this place. But don’t get me wrong it was still bloody tough; There was heartbreak and angst, all that teenager stuff. Longing gazes, warm embraces, stupid depressing teenage phases Not always the life of my dreams. Ok, it’s not perfect, but Bristol’s my home I’m flying away to pastures unknown, Terrified of living alone Who do I talk to? What do I do? Will I meet people as awesome as you? Parting, indeed, is such sweet sorrow; The thought I’ll have left by this time tomorrow Fills me with horror, is that too extreme? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems? It’s only 3 months and then a bit more, A bit at a time, then, is fine to endure. It’s my journey’s return that’s of main concern: That I’ll be a stranger upon my return. No longer a native; not one of the herd With nobody remembering this old bird. But still, it’d be nice to come back home And not end up sojourning alone. Returning to chat of the mystery machine, Of green giant charities and jam jar schemes. So when I depart a smile I’ll hold, Feeling once more like a 16 year old. Mi amigos of Bristol, I don’t ask for much Just one small thing - that is- keep in touch: An e-mail, a phonecall or even a tweet In the hope that once more we’ll be able to meet And drink tea and dance like nutters in the street, Oh Bristol you know you’re really quite sweet Pues, hasta luego ‘Alfonso’ and co, When I come back we’ll play travel Cluedo And dance like divas to Britney fo ‘sho. So cheers then Bristol you’ve been gurt lush See you in December and remember- KEEP IN TOUCH! |