Bray Brrrr
Face to the sea, arse to the sun
Back to front the houses run
Windows looking to the chilly north
Along the frozen shore
A country starved of sunshine
Turns it’s back and shows
Tiny windows facing south
As if we’d light to squander.
The builders came and built them
And then fecked off to Spain
They never came to see their work
Never to return again
To see how little people
Managed in the shadows
Bereft of warmth and light
Strive as all they might
To insulate their castles
And keep their children cozy
All because the careless planners
Were so useless and so dozey.
Bray you are a wondrous town
Despite your lousy planning
My heart warms up every time
I cross the River Dargle.
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