A Poem; in gratitude to Alan Bennett.
'I wondered lonely as a cloud as in Leeds and vale,
All at once I spied a crowd, a host of 'chav's and mates.
Oh! such joy to behold glory, beyond canal and dyke,
A bench to sit and park my bike, away from passing strike.
My lunch was good, spam and bread, no suprising tales,
The Daff's were gone? where? trampelled is true fates.
