Church Lawford
A runway, where Green Lane had been ?
Instead of roses, kerosene ?
A drain, where Avon runs ?
No "Last Orders !", final calls ?
Not cottages but baggage halls
and only planes, no swans ?
St Peter's to be "Duty Free" ?
"Departures" where our graves should be ?
Ring out, wild decibels ?
Give up our five good Domesday hides,
our homes and livelihoods besides,
so planes can make life hell ?
No bloody fear ! No bloody thanks !
No Blairport ! He can send in tanks
or even send his pals the Yanks,
Rugby still won't play.
We've just declared a no-fly zone -
the heart of England. Hear that, Tone !
In Warwickshire, we hold our own !
We mean it when we say:
No bloody planes, no way !
by Don Barnard |
