A young sheep we’ll call Molly McEwe
she lived in a field outside Crewe,
no surprise, her mother did too.
Though her father she never knew;
he came in a truck, tupped a few,
then driven to pastures anew
leaving sheep with butts painted blue.
She had life with not much to do
graze all the field, chew, chew, and chew
occasional roll in some poo
resulting in wash with shampoo.
She would never ride a canoe,
see a panda eating bamboo,
meet a bear that came from Peru,
go fly out to Kalamazoo,
never have a “Love Ewe” tattoo.
Living in a field outside Crewe
is all the life she ever knew.
What happened to young Molly McEwe?
She’s now a delicious Lamb stew!
There was a young woman from Crewe
So drunk that she puked in her shoe
The old biddy who saw
Dropped her mouth down in awe
For they were both using the loo
*I wrote this poem on January 6, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: “There was a young woman from Crewe…”
Meeting after all this time
Is such a wonderful surprise.
Meeting after so many years
Chased tears into my eyes.
Although you have cut your hair
And lost a pound or two,
I recognised you instantly
After calling from the blue.
Your youthful looks still intact,
Your sense of fun is true.
We laughed, not putting on an act,
And shared a drink or two.
Remember when we were twenty-one,
Big student loyalty.
Unseparable, we made our home
Together, you and me.
Until the final moment came,
Our courses at an end.
Then losing touch, a hideous shame,
Letters I could not send.
I realised this sudden loss,
Our friendship had been betrayed
By each of us, now in the world,
Hefty decisions made.
Now with employment and work to do,
Partners don't seem to stay.
A move to Bath, then on to Crewe,
Failed marriage on the way.
Life to be lived by one and all,
Settled now, I smile
When answering your unexpected call
And chatting for a while.
Time seems to just slip on by,
You proved to be my friend.
Indeed, we didn't have to try
When meeting last weekend.
I knew a young man from Crewe
Who's favorite meal was a stew
Though he became chagrined
As he'd often break wind
And sometimes would follow through.
His wife cried you are obscene
And the noise is causing a scene
For after eating prunes
He could fart in tune
To the anthem God save the Queen.
His bowels were causing a riot
It was time to change his diet
He was afraid to cough
Fear of letting one off
Wasn't easy keeping things quiet.
So as for the young man from Crewe
It's a goodbye to beans and stew
Hoping vegetable soup
Wont make him poop
For relief is long overdue.
There’s a place in never never land
Where shopping centres go
Every single night to replace
The goods they have on show
You’ll never see them travelling
'Cos they go through hyper-space
And sometime in the panic
Get returned to the wrong place
So if you’re in your city centre
And the shops don’t seem quite right
You can bet your bottom dollar
They’ve had a busy night
And in the panic and the mayhem
What should have gone to Crewe
Got sent to Market Wittering
Causing a to do
The staff doesn’t really care
So long as they can vend
And people seldom notice
Just carry on and spend
It doesn’t really matter
For in the retail game
Every single shopping centre
Looks the bloody same
"La De Dah" and "Lucky Ladybug" were hit songs that were great.
Both recordings were released to the public in 1958.
These ditties had cute lyrics and a fine melody.
The artists were a duet by the name of Billy and Lillie.
Billy Ford hailed from Bloomfield, New Jersey.
Newburgh, New York, was Lillie Bryant's community.
Both songs were written by Bob Crewe and Frank Slay.
Unfortunately, in 1983, Billy Ford passed away.
However, Lillie Bryant is still around with us today.
I thank wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
I went on to Birmingham
and you went on to Crewe.
Soon you married Cedric,
and I wed Mary Lu.
Was I beneath your station?
To me the truth is plain.
Our chosen destination
brings manifold in train.
The Cheshire set are quiet upset
But me I'm over the moon.
As Crewe is within their realm.
But It's my natural domain.
An industrial town of some renown.
Famous as my birth place !.
But it's a blot on their landscape.
The place I escape but return without fail.
The gateway to the northwest.
The place that I call home.
The greatest Railway town of all.
Where my memory's they abound
And I'm proud to say the home of Bentley
the maker of the best cars in the world.
but best of all this is the place I call my home town .
Comp entry 30/10/2016
Where the railway lines converge and england waits
It's all change at Crewe
Rollermakers flattened while riding Crewe's roller-coaster
The tea factory now shipping booze to the nation
chester barrie gone from cutting suits and is now selling flowers
British rail once built the engines and his now a train garage.
Rolls Royce a national treasure now owned by another nations car maker
its all change at Crewe
Crewe's university campus now educates the masses
That other nations car maker now makes Bentleys for the rich and famous
New businesses selling ice cream vans to gadget insurance
New medical centres and schools to be proud of
Queens park rescued from closure
it's all change at Crewe.
I walk up the promenade franked by the flowers
Seas of Marigolds with Alyssum waves
An ocean of daffodils and a bluebell wood too
Manicured lawns and beautiful trees
A cafe selling ice cream and afternoon teas
I walk through a hidden glade that leads to the zoo
rabbits and Guinea pigs and a parrot or two
Mums pushing prams and dads playing games
The lake as a bridge which is an honour to cross
named after soldiers who fought in a war
and now to the business at hand !
poaching the lake and feeding the swans .
comp enter 14/02/2016 , new to the site if the form wrong someone tell me please.
The park in question is Crewe given to the town by the railway company,in its hey day coach trips would be arranged from other towns that is many years ago , The bridge over the lake is called the Burma star bridge , and no fishing allowed so a game of cat and mouse with the park wardens . cheers
The was an old lady from Crewe
That was all of a ditherydoo
She had hidden her dentures
Forgot where cos she has dementia
Now has trouble eating her stew