I (think) I Remember Gorton
by Bob Moore ©2019
I used to live in Gorton
a cosy little nook
in the shade of the Pennine Hills
by Blackie’s babbling brook
Jackson’s clay pit was where we made
the bricks to build our home
it was a playground for our children too
so they would not need to roam
The people were all friendly
the children were all polite
but we kept that to ourselves
didn’t need the kind who fight
We spread the word that we were tough
so don’t you come around
we don’t need bother causers
bringing trouble to our town
I left there many years ago
and I hear the stories now
of how Gorton is out of control
and I wonder if, somehow,
Are these still the same old stories
we used to tell, to keep people away
or is it true, that after all these years
my Old Gorton has gone that way
Categories:
causers, home,
Form: Rhyme
Time to rewind
Its 2012 again in my mind
Fragrance and black lips
Let me fill in your holes of emptiness
She's so beautiful I proclaim it but in no arrogance
Just some unadulterated confidence.
Time is stealing the days of our youth what a menace
Would you go with me to prom I asked by chance.
She fills the emptiness of my existence.
Because I day dream of her sweet lips
While playing Chazwick Bundicks Causers of this
She makes me dream of the day we melt lips
What am I feeling?
She's the causer of this.
Final verse
I enclose this
Like an eclipse
But overall love and peace
No other girl does it like this.
Categories:
causers, growing up,
Form: Rhyme