Christmas 2012
Ye Olde Town Clock forlornly stands. (Four sad faces – eight stiff hands.)
It looks down on a sorry scene where bustling shoppers once were seen.
The shops are empty – sales are rare. Folks shake their heads as they declare,
“Where is the dream we constant hear? When will the miracle occur?”
Christmas 2013
Ye Olde Town Clock still glumly stands. (Four sad faces – eight stiff hands)
But looks down on a different scene. Gone is the mess that once had been.
Where troubles once seemed ne’er to end, now happy people smile and spend.
Where chaos reigned for months before, the shops are thriving as of yore.
Town councilors are pleased and proud – make further pledges long and loud.
“There’s more to come and, when we’re through, the old town centre’ll look like new.”
Ye Olde Town Clock thinks, “Can it be they mean to do the same to me?”
Bill Cooksey