Inchcock’s wobble to Nottingham, in the rain
Got off the bus with some help from a stranger, walked down to town,
Galloping Horses were swirling or spinning around,
But no one riding on them, I found,
Damned shakes, I dropped the flipping camera on the ground,
Retrieved it painfully, and took some more shots from around.
The overcharging food stalls, cooking their repast,
As Nottinghamian’s, just strolled past.
The Nottingham Slab Square, It’s always there, It looked a right mess, to be fair!
Off I plodded, to the Poundland Shop,
T’was only a short little hop,
In search of drain unblocker and other codswallop!
I entered the premises, soaking wet,
I bought too much stuff again, not to fret,
I still had a little money left yet,
I gave the helpful lady, a thank you, she is a pet,
And gave her a can of Gin & Tonic!
Paid-up, and out into the rain again,
Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a little pain,
Determined, to resist depression,
Mind you, I had indigestion,
And a slightly confused brain!
On to South Parade,
Dizzy Dennis visited, unwanted,
So, progress was delayed,
He soon dissipated,
I was glad but amazed!
I took a photo, down Exchange Walk,
Not many folks having a talk on their phone?
People all around, yet I felt so alone,
Chewing gum littered where the folks walked.
I hobbled, struggling with the three-wheeled trolly-guide,
Through the Exchange arcade,
And out the other side,
For these stallholders, I’m afraid,
Not much money will be made!
King Street in the rain, showed another Council pain,
Yes, chewing gum on the pavement again!
I bet they don’t have this trouble in Bahrain,
I view ditching gum on the floor, with disdain!
I crossed to the other side of Long Row,
Got under alcove-cover to take these, don’t you know,
The only permanent retailer was busy serving, on the go,
The folks in the rain, well, it’s better than snow!
I was well wet, and a little cold,
Not good for me, now I’m getting old,
Good job I’d had my flu jab, the anticold,
Despite the rain, I had to be bold,
So I dashed, wobblingly, to the bus stop, wet and cold!
T’was bleak on Queen Street, waiting for the L9,
And the hands didn’t look very fine!
It didn’t look like it was mine,
But I mustn’t whine,
I mused of things like Mnemosyne,
Then took a moody picture, it came out fine!
The bus arrived, and it brought on a smile,
It’s coming eased my cold and chagrin,
I went to get on, missed the step by a mile,
A bloke picked me and the trolley up, and helped us in,
I was alright after a while,
But this trip out, left me needing Codeine and Amoxicillin!