A former resident of Wimbledon has fallen on hard times. As a forerunner to David Cameron’s “big society” a London womble has been relocated to Sandwell for housing. Unfortunately what he was promised by the local authority traffickers did not appear to be quite what he expected. This is his story……
A furry outcast refugee,
Got off the train at Oldbury.
Lost, confused he needed aid
a home, some food- a job that paid.
As if by magic a fella appeared
His accent was a little weird.
“Hello ah kid, u want a place?”
said the rotund chubby face
“This is a great place to stay
you want a job, it will pay?”
The job flyer add was very clear
“Litter champion wanted here”
“Oh yes sir thank you very much
I have experience in such.”
“Well this is where you as to crash
in return for pickin up trash.”
A dotted map guided our champ
to where he was to work and camp.
The womble pondered on his way
of the street where he was to stay.
“Nelson”- a name of mystery
An admiral or African history?
Turning the corner he dropped the map
On seeing the giant load of crap
What a shocker for our guy,
to see a mound , a rotting sty.
Weeds, flies, tyres and bricks
needles and used coverings for pricks.
Tonnes and tonnes of industrial spoil
window frames and piles of soil
The notices were strange to see
amongst the stinking debris
“In this place I cannot exist
I’ve been conned, swindled- pissed!”
Tired and worn he’d lost the plot
he took his scarf and tied a knot
A womble’s tale ends right there
But are you bothered , do you care?
Others live within this hell
they live in shit, it’s called “Sandwell.”
