Denizens Square Poem by Kevin Hulme

Now so the dawn with its light to bare
Brings forth the homes of Denizens Square,
As frame by frame ‘Monopoly' like
A line of buildings bloom in sight.
For face to face they seemingly stare
All ‘Semi Detached' with 40s flair,
Their facades unchanged by decades tide
Though Owners aged and long since died.
Now sleepy heads begin to rise
And rub all weary tiring eyes,
Into the breach once more of life
They struggle on come Pain or Strife.
To soon appear under Urban Skies
Each one a tale where looks belie,
For is that Miss Lee that tends the beds
That bobbing mass of Marjoram bred?
A picture of calm and placid air
But she'll take her life and shake the Square.
And young Sam Miller of eminent rank
A position of trust in the dear old Bank,
But it has been said he dabbles in
The Cocaine life and Madam Sin.
Then Mr Joyce to the Church he steps
A pious Heart where God is kept,
And to his Glory rings the Bell
But gives his Wife pure Merry Hell.
As for Mr Flynn all Charm and Sweet
What hopeful Spouse could wish to meet,
But once beneath his weathered roof
His daily meal is 100 Proof.
For behind all doors a story lies
When stripped of all Theatrical guise.
There's many a garment we daily wear,
For we all reside in a Denizens Square.