It would be really mean to write a poem about a town that was less than complementary wouldn't it?
Hey, well that's just the way I roll.
Ode to Morecambe*
Morecambe, its a little bit shit
Its a little bit shit
In Morecambe
Morecambe, there's fuck all in it
That's why its so shit
In Morecambe
There's not even branded pound-shops
Chains are missing 'cept in Argos
All them gold rings are just brassy
Cos in Morecambe, No one's classy.
*No offence is meant to people who live in Bare or towards Hest Bank. You just happen to be in Morecambe. Sorry about that.
