Bootle Poems - Poems about Bootle

...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 ......

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...Eyes glib from tree and nominous tree Go barking with intent. To foe itself in one-two-three And leaphing as it went. In black from shadow nail to nut Bad rifle cock in hand. Dick’s Turbin an......

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...I am a displaced Scouser, Who comes from Bootle way, And no matter where I go, A Scouser will I stay. I eat my chips on Butties, Or perhaps upon a barm, I get by on old Scouse wit, And on my Liverpo......

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