Here’s a jolly little poem for you on a Friday afternoon, ’bout a corner of Hull, along with an attractive image of said corner. Have a nice weekend.
Supply & Demand
She was standing under the streetlight
No idea who Septimus Bromby was
And no desire to wade through some early 19th century census
To find out the name of the pub he ran.
No desire to be here, either
Standing under the streetlight
Of one of the city’s most famous streets
Built on a demand for fresh water
Giving those of a different era
What they wanted
Long before sewage
Flowed through here
Cash in hand.