When you know
you’re Back in Hull
When you see the Humber Bridge
You know City isn’t far away
And in a few minutes you reach
The end of the line at Paragon Station;
You know you’re back in Hull!
The aromas of Hull are unique
Just like the cream telephone boxes,
And if you hear ‘err and nerr’ accent
And someone asking for a bread cake
You know you’re back in Hull!
We’ve got the Hull Daily Mail
And there’s Peter Levy on the box,
You can get a cheap pint as well
And on the way home have pattie and chips
You know then that you’re back in Hull!
Dead Bod
I suppose there are dead bods and
dead bods
But none like the one by the banks
of the Humber,
Is it just a weird mural painted by
a couple of drunken sods?
Who had nowt better to
do rather than slumber!
What an icon to behold for all who
sail by,
He just lays there on his back and
says nowt
Dead Bod never flutters or turns a
blind eye;
But he knows what you’re all about!
Here’s to you Gordon Mason and Len
‘Pongo’ Rood,
Picasso or Banksy couldn’t have
painted such a portrait,
It is to be noted we Hullites area a
strange brood,
They can’t consign this treasure to
a forgotten fate!
So for the sake of our heritage and
the City of Culture
We’ve got Dead Bod, we don’t need a
vulture!
A Better Future
Would Sir John be found in the Old
White Harte?
Denying Charlie his divine right
of entry,
Would Billy mind being golden
rather than orange
As he charges down Lowgate looking
for Kingston!
Would William see a difference
from his lofty column?
Concerning the welfare of many a
local folk!
Would we of Andrew’s words truly
marvel
Or do they lie buried in a
forgotten generation.
Would Malet Lambert again reform
the education
Of Hull’s children, that they
would have a better future.
Would Thomas know where East Park
is or the gallery
That now portrays a different view
of the city.
Would Alfred design a better
environment
For us to grow up in to the one he
knew.
Would Joseph still rank high in
this City
Or is he a brief encounter we’ve
lost sight of.
Would Amy see a different view
from the skies
If she was to fly over this city
of culture to be!
