Bath Evening Gazette Poetry Section
It's time for the long awaited return of the prestigious, critically acclaimed, world renowned Bath Evening Gazette poetry section.
This weeks runners-up were:
Bath was a city, with shops a plenty
Now it's a dump and completely empty
The football team's dire
I'm not a liar
The crowd's never even as much as twenty
Bath was nice
Cool as ice
But in a trice
It was full of mice
Bath my dear,
It was so clear
When you were near
I had no fear
Now alas
You are trash
What ever you do, just don't come here!
Bath a village!
That's sacrilege
For in my day
We all made hay
What a pity
Our dear old city
That was once a rock
Is a laughing stock
We had a spring
We used to sing (?)
And be so glad
But now we're sad
There ain't much to do
No London Zoo,
Not even a bar
Or a cinema
This place is no fun
(Apart from Robin Peterson)
Everybody looks so sorry
Unless you own a removal lorry
What will be here
in one more year
Not much I bet
Except the Bath Evening Gazette
This weeks poetry winner however, is Miss Waywith Words who sent this veritably classic literary work...
Ode to Bath...
Bath oh Bath, You were fine
Now you're just rubbish
Miss Words wins a five pound voucher for Clinton Cards. Congratulations.
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