Our new City
Where talk is gritty, we preen pretty, sometimes witty
A new voice
We want to know what we don’t know, more’s the pity
Sometimes we shout, listen never, left with no choice
We are cool, just go with the flow
Plastic cows rake in the dough
We sit on the railing, hands cupped in a whisper
Saying did he kiss her?
No, no, that’s my sister
Sitting in front of the Library, lots of mystery
Tales, imagination, 1984
We won prizes, real top drawer
Today, in 2023, no one clambers or whispers back
There isn’t even a plaque, just a nark selling smack
We are just too big, too blind to value our art
It was a special sculpture, The Whisper, the cat’s whisker
A place in our hearts, our new voice, a new City starts.
The girls still whisper, polite but who cares tongue twisters