Knotty Ash
Darkness descends and most folk
Are slowly wending to their bed
But, across there in Knotty Ash
Some Locals are stirring instead.
The residents of Diddyland,
Where the sun always shines,
Are pulling on their working gear
For night shifts down the mines.
The Diddymen of Knotty Ash,
That dedicated working band
Who supply Jam Butties to
Buttie shops across the land.
Ecologically efficient,
Cosmetically sound,
Jam Buttie mines are carefully
Landscaped to the ground.
With a bus service to Bootle,
One as well to Liverpool,
Not far from the motorway,
So the Nation’s favourite fuel
Butties of class and style
Can be shipped off to feed
The band of gastronauts
With discerning dietary need.
There’s an outlet store in Liverpool
Where one can sample the stock
Conveniently situated in
The shopping park on Albert Dock.
And all those happy residents
Looking for amusing things to do
Can ride the National Network,
Called Cycle Route number 62.
There’s contentment in Diddyland
And the area is rich in cash
Thanks to those Buttie miners
From their suburb of Knotty Ash.
In remembrance of that comic genius, the Late Ken Dodd who created and peopled Diddyland and its Jam Buttie Mines.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
