Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham
I started out on my trip to town today,
I got through to the lifts, to my dismay,
The elevators all 12-floors below,
I waited patiently before I could go,
I had the scenic view to peruse, though!
Walking through the link-passage again,
Welcomed by the pouring rain,
Trapped my fingers in the swipe-door, the pain!
I chatted with Angela and Elaine,
Out to get wet, but didn’t complain,
T’was nice to get out of the flats again!
Off the bus, greeted with a jogging student’s glare,
I just tossed him back, a similar stare,
The rain worked its way, through my jacket,
I wouldn’t mind, but it cost me a packet!
Nottingham City Centre, I wondered why I ever went there!
I remembered though, it was to buy food, starting at Aldi first,
I hobbled my way down a rainy Glasshouse Street,
At the shop, I bought a lot of fodder, even some Bratwurst,
Then paid, wandered off, for my spending was incomplete,
To Bargain Buys, they’d no potato cakes, that made me curse!
Mansfield Road, rain and Pavement Cyclists abound!
Next a bloke on a Lambretta, I cursed, and moved on,
Nottinghamian’s serenity, smiles, were not to be found,
As to Trinity Square, I was soggily bound!
En route, this bit of Street Art below, I found,
It lay there, wet, upon the ground,
On Old Street, it was found,
Broken bottles nearby, a battleground.
I moved away, like a limping greyhound!
I got through Trinity Square, left via Kings Walk.
Not many folks about at all?
No one to say hello to, or talk,
Then we had a little rain squall!
Parliament Street had a few more folks around, I have to say,
Unemployed, Students, shoplifters, muggers, no policemen though.
The rain started pouring heavier, not a nice day,
So many eateries in one place, how do they all make any dough? (Hahaha!)
Down Market Street, I did wobble along,
The rain temporarily having stopped,
I think I sang a joyful song,
The tram gave out a melodic ‘Klong-Klong’,
I might use this photo later, as a ‘Thoughts’ backdrop!
A damp Slab Square, where did the people go?
Is it the rain, are Social Services Inspectors lurking?
Which department are they from, if so?
After illegal immigrants, or claimants working?
A mystery to me, I don’t know.
Nottingham’s cheerless Wheeler Gate, depression flowed,
My target, in Turquoise, the Poundland shop!
Competing coffee shops each side of the road,
Staff sneering at each other, as a goad!
I came out of Poundland, with a massive load,
Two bags on the trolley handles, it went all over the road,
I spent so much, I wondered how much I owed!
To the bus stop home, along South Parade,
Though the tatty, unkempt Slab Square,
A slight Accifauxpas, I’m afraid I made,
The rain started again there,
Got my brolly out, the one for which £10 I paid,
It fell to bits, and to be right and fair,
I couldn’t bend down, so I left it there!
Over the Slab Square, to the King Street/Long row junction,
Where the brain struggled to function,
I had a Dizzy Dennis cumulation,
When the head cleared, and the brain regeared,
With admiration for architect Watson Fothergill grew,
Just looking at his work, my heart cheered.
On the way up Queen Street, the trolley-walker veered,
Very nearly tipping over, that’s something I feard,
It became so unruly, it understeered,
By gum, I thought, this is weird!
Ah, a big-clump of chewing gum from the wheel was cleared,
I must say, I was greatly cheered!