Poetry

Dundee

On the banks of the silvery Tay, Where Dundee awakes to the morning grey, The clang of the looms once filled the air, Jute threads woven with hope and prayer. Now the

Remix

In the heart of the city’s underground theatre, Where vinyl sighs and synths entwine, A DJ lifts the needle, daring to remix Yesterday’s anthem into tomorrow’s pulse. He flicks through crates like

Sheffield United

At Bramall Lane where the steel city dreams, Beneath the Towles' watch, or floodlit beams, Red and white stripes cut through the grey, Where Blades have fought for another day. The Kop's a roar,

Mound

Mound Upon the quiet field, a mound does rise, A gentle hump where earth and whispers meet. It cradles secrets of forgotten times, A silent watcher 'neath the changing skies. Children clamber up

Aston Villa

Claret and blue, the colours of pride, At Villa Park where hopes reside, The Holte End roars, a loyal tide, Singing for the Villans far and wide. From Witton’s lanes to Birmingham’s

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