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Swindon Slums

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I say, steady on;
We no longer have slums in Swindon,
They’re part of the industrial museum;
We’re so modernist and futurist,
Don’t go to Weston, instead the piste;
We’re developmental, transcendental,
High office rental-continental;
So if after another home defeat,
Tired and hungry and dead beat,
And overcome with ennui’s sin,
We choose to open a dustbin,
And have a mouthful of dead ratta,
We always eat it with ciabatta.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/swindon-slums/