October 2011
The Poem that Organised a Party…
…said dress up in your glad-rags, Wolverhampton
and gather round the MOTH today at noon,
we’ll stop the cars and set up picnic tables,
the goths will hand out gold and black balloons.
The fountains will spout Fruit Shoot for the kiddies,
Michael Kirk will run the BBQ,
the Bilash has said ‘yes’ to biryani
and Banks’s will rush out a special brew.
They say Dave Hill will start the karaoke,
and Irish dancers will sport with morris men,
a gospel choir will sing the National Anthem
to greet the Mayor, who on the dot of noon,
will raise a glass to us in Wolverhampton,
a place, for warmth and welcome, next to none.
I’m pleased to say that this poem won second place in the Wolverhampton poetry competition run by the Wolverhampton libraries and archive to celebrate 10 years of Wolverhampton’s city status
