Hell bus

 The bus was late it

Flew

But spate had splattered the

Mosquito of fate

From Manchester where

They all are mixed

Down to Bristol

And an empty

Practically empty coach

Of sleeping passengers

Why are they sleepy

You may well ask

But perhaps because of the mask

But no not covid

In this case

But the heated foot bar place

It was roasting

Like a grill

The women had their bums

Up on the seat to chill

But feet were hot not cold

Only nerves of the over heated

Oh the bus of hell

Down the road to Bristol

A demonic driver at the helm

But no you may be overwhelmed

Or under to hear me cast asunder

Such aspersions as the driver's

Own diversions

But he was closer to moronic 

Than demonic, closer to ill-informed 

Than devil deformed yet

Still he should have known

The drill how to turn down the heat

So 2 hrs later we passed the broken down

Stage coach being towed. 

It looked like it was making fine progress

Now, at least as good as our own

Some thought it'd have been better to 

have been on the broken one

While I was emailing Megabus

Asking for a refund and complaining of 

The heat

The driver miraculously

Turned it off

We all breathed a sigh of relief

However another 20 minutes later and the

Fierce heater came back on

We were stifled

We were reaching up to heaven

And pulling at our collars

Then finally 

We hit the M30

And soon we were dropped back

At bond street, Bristol

City in the North

She was another world away

And I don't know what to say

 She was far, far, away

She was far, far away 

In a whole other city, in a whole other city

In whole other time

She never needed me

Just like I needed her, just like I needed her

No never quite the same

She was far, far away

In a whole other city, in a whole other city

And I didn't mean to make you go

I didn't mean to go away

But I had to let you go

I had to look, to look away

I had to look to other way

I had to look to the south

She was in the city in the north

City in the north

A whole other city

A whole other time

The city of fire

 The city is on fire

From the city of fire

To the land of desire

To the cool waters of the dead

Where the living rise up from the bog beneath

Our feet

And the water is a home and a bed

But from the city of fire

Where the streets are aflame

And the people like matchsticks burn

And they cry out the name 

Of the city they claim

Oh the city, the city's on fire

To the land of the green trees

Where the water runs sweet

And it runs in the rivers

and quenches the flames and the heat

And I left the city of fire

To return to the land of the dead

Where the dead are living

And living dead walk

And they rise up from the bog

Oh the men of chalk

The men and the women of chalk

Flash, bang and then it was gone

 Flash, bang and then it was gone

Speeding round the corner

Along the tramlines

Past flashing glass windows

Leaving nothing behind

History is a shadow

A blast from the past

Then the burst fireworks

Explode above

Flash, bang and then it was gone

Manchester is full of history

From Peterloo to Pankhurst

They're throwing themselves

Across picket lines and into the arms

Of the law

Protesters standing their ground

Trampled by the hooves of progress

But the city is on fire tonight

As the celestial sky's process

Flash, bang and then it is gone

Manchester in flashes

In snatches and photographs

In the meaning behind the bronze statues

Still standing in memory of the past

And the streets of heat are burning

The people with their busy feet

The pages of history are turning

And the fires are raging in the building's heart

In flashes, and bangs, and then it is gone

(and smouldering lives on)

See the politicians talk

In the old railway station

In flashes and bangs and then he is gone

And the crowd rise up onto their feet

In applause

The explosion of clapping, thunderous roars

Of rockets and planes dropping bombs in the wars

In flashes and bangs and then it is gone

And still left standing the embers are smouldering

And handing the burning coals through members

who are shouldering the blame in parliament

And others who are naming the culprits in government

In finger pointing and wagging, staking claims

To ground that is burning, imperial empires slipping

Further into the fires of a funeral pyre

In flashes, in bangs and then it is gone

Billy the Bull rider

 Billy was a bull-riding rodeo star

Who worked at the Bath and West bar

He was a showman like a shogun who always gave his best

And he stood head and shoulders above the rest

Like a king proclaiming his crown

But it was all in vain for soon his reign

It came tumbling down

Oh Billy, poor Billy, why'd you have to ride that bull?

His eyes were red on something fed

You know you played the fool

When all your power and riches

They were in your hand

You threw them away on that fateful day

The day you crossed his land

You thought he was a dozing bull

Until you pulled his nose

And the ring that pierced it 

Meant to him

He knows more than you knows

He soon swung into action

His haunches large and looming

Like a colossus from a Greek statue

A Bull God loud and booming

A Minotaur was his father

And a red cow was his mother

Perhaps she was mad or simply bad

But the Minotaur he outgrew her

This Bull he was a quarter man

Perhaps just his Penis

Better known by his pseudonym

That of Prince Venus

He was a Major Taurus you should 

Have left him well alone

Oh you know his neck it was non- porous

Like getting blood out of a stone

You tried your hand at skewering him

As you rode upon his back

And your spurs they no more than knew you were in

For a full on bull attack

When he threw you too the ground

The moment you did mount

And it was there you lost your crown

Just like Jill lost her Jack

Don't go in the Bull field, you Billy

Oh Billy boy buck

No, you know you tried the easy way out

But it was just your hard luck

Always cross with a bulldog guard

And don't go flinging cow muck

For you know when that shit hits the fan hard

There's no extraction from the cluster fuck

All these things I taught you

Why'd you have to go your own way?

Why stray from the garden

Oh in Eden we only make hay

The balls in your head did harden

And your eggs they were hard boiled

But none can feel the schadenfreude

When you waste what you have worked at and toiled

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Bath and West Show ground

 Well I went to the Bath and West

It was high time and I felt blessed

The tents were divine

I was a child in my prime

With my friend we did climb

The stairs to the Army

As a sergeant Major barked

My friend leapt into the dark

But he couldn't grab a hold of the rope

And as he slid down

His hands burnt reddy brown

I turned around without hope

In hindsight it was perhaps a cowardly move

But we never know just how to improve

Anyway does pain do us good or is it vain

To try strength in place of self-love

We wandered on and bought the magic eye and it fascinated

And we saw the candy floss guy

And we past by girls who caught our eye

But oh Matthew was braver than I

And the streamers swam in the mid morning sun

And the bunting flew above everyone

And we came to the castle of the helterskelter

And it seemed so easy, like a river delta

Just flow from the mouth down to the sea

On a magic carpet of discovery

But reality proved a somewhat different experience

The long queue to the top

Was like following the herd

Of dumb cattle to the slaughtering chamber

Like sacrificing yourself for a penthouse view

And that was the nicest thing I remember

As I carried the doormat that was so heavy

Like december

And its black rubber sole and its brushed hair heart

That I should have slid on

But instead the mat from the slide didn't part

For I was too young, and too light of body

To give enough downward gravity

Instead the mat stayed still

And it would not slide

And then all the others began piling up behind

It was shame and embrassment

That I felt to the sound of the laughing,

The gaffaws

As I slowly pulled myself down the slide

By the bannisters and then followed

The descent of my pride for I shall never ride

The helterskelter no more

No I never rode no more