KIRKLEES KEN
 
Of the thirteen sentences to say before you die
he could not get his tongue around "I'm H A PP Y"
then fourteen miles west of Wakefield sitting in the Head Of Steam
our absent father, navel gazing, had a ruptured dream,
he saw himself on the Trans-Pennine Express with Kirklees Ken
 
Well one minute your'e picking muck out of your backside
then at the drop of a hat bog standard liabilities are fortified
The local colour of Kirklees Ken can break a cynics resolve
 
Across the pond we watch a professional divorcee,
never more than fifteen minutes away from self parody,
weighed down with insolence, dark and duty free,
gloriously stumble on the gorgeous gumption of Kirklees Ken 
 
Rebels against the future are run of the mill
Ghastly dogmatists seek out the view from castle hill
of beauty sailing the broad and narrow with Kirklees Ken

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control