BRUMMAGEM’S SONG – A POEM INSPIRED BY BIRMINGHAM

BRUMMAGEM’S SONG If you’ve never been to Birmingham then you ought ta………. It’s a grand city made up of many a quarter……… There is jewellery to be sold, diamonds, platinum and gold Boulton’s silver to assay, precious gems from far away. Guns were made nearby, helping soldiers fight and die In the English Civil War […]

via BrummaGEM Song – 10 Birmingham Poems — keithbracey

BIRMINGHAM:THE UNIVERSITY OF LIFE-A POEM ABOUT MY FRESHMAN YEAR AT BIRMINGHAM UNIVERSITY IN 1976

Originally posted on keithbracey: BIRMINGHAM: THE UNIVERSITY OF LIFE ? Back in Nineteen Seventy Six ? When the Hot Sun baked the broiling Bricks ? And Denis Howell MP for Small Heath ? Was ‘Minister for Drought’ in the searing heat ? He urged us all to bathe together ? And not run round ‘Hell…

via BIRMINGHAM:THE UNIVERSITY OF LIFE-A POEM ABOUT MY FRESHMAN YEAR AT BIRMINGHAM UNIVERSITY IN 1976 — keithbracey

#BrumPoem: About my home town of Bearwood near Birmingham: ‘Bearwood Town’

Apologies to Whistling Roger Whitaker and his 1970’s Christmas hit: Durham Town

 

BEARWOOD TOWN

 

I aye gunner leave ‘ole Bearwood Town…..

 

I aye gunner leave ‘ole Bearwood Town…..

 

I aye gunner leave ‘ole Bearwood Town…..

 

COZ  it aye tha sorta place ter gemme darn…..

 

 

Councillors Piper, Eling n Jaron

 

Do soo much fer are Bearwood Mon

 

Loike Billy Spake

 

Does fer thee ‘ole Black Countray

 

 

Smerrick is Richard Marshall’s patch…..

 

This local Councillor does Sooo Mutch…..

 

Fer Bearwood n Smerrick…..

 

Smethwick in a Stew n Lightwoods Park……and House…..

 

 

Juss two of ‘is projects……Ooh worra lark……!!!

 

I, and others from ‘is Bearwood Crew…..

 

Did Volunteer…..

 

Fer Smethwick in a Stew…..

 

 

As a fantastic reward fer uz all…..

 

Who Volunteer fer are Bearwood…..

 

‘N’……What’s more…..We did Volunteer…..

 

Fer tha Beer on tha Black Countray Buzz…..

 

 

Juss a few yers agoo the Sandon Road “SIX”

 

Did trundle too n fro…..

 

With thee ‘Aglee Rowd crowd

 

 

From the 6 Terminus on Sandon Rowd…..Tha Buzz

 

Past Saint Chad’s….where I was was barn

 

Way back in ’58…..

 

Lookin’ All ferlarn…..

 

 

As “A Babe in Arms”…..

 

I wuz taerken,’Ome…..

 

Ter live in a Flat…..

 

Above 67…..Three Shires Oak Road…..

 

 

The CHOP SUEY BAR…..

 

Chinese Food…..MADE IN ‘EAVEN…..!!!!

 

ME Mom n Dad Dot n Lez…..

 

Did scraerpe tergether enough CASH

 

 

Ter raise a Deposit fer BRUM MUNICIPAL BANK

 

At the top of Willow Ave…..

 

It wuz their prank…..

.

Ter buoy an ‘Owse…..

 

 

In Willow Ave…..

 

The first thee ‘ad with an indoor LAV…..

 

ME BRACEY FAMILY…..

 

Did scrimp n save…..

 

 

Me Mom n Dad did werk sooo ‘Ard…..

 

Me Mom Dot at the Midland Red…..

 

In Rutland Road doin’ overtime on a’ addin’ machine…..

 

Werkin’ till she fell in ter ‘er bed…..

 

Ter buoy this ‘Owse…..

 

THEY WERE SOOO BRAVE THA BRACEYS…..!!!!!

 

ME MOM N DAD THA BRACEYS DOT N LEZ….!!!!!

KEITH BRACEY

#BearwoodBard

Bearwoodian Keith Bracey

Twitter:@1truclaretnblu

@BrummieBard

Email: keithbracey1@gmail.com

 

#BrumPoem: Birmingham: The University of Life

BIRMINGHAM: THE UNIVERSITY OF LIFE

 

Back in Nineteen Seventy Six

 

When the Hot Sun baked the broiling Bricks

 

And Denis Howell MP for Small Heath

 

Was ‘Minister for Drought’ in the searing heat

 

He urged us all to bathe together

 

And not run round ‘Hell for Leather’

 

I went from Birmingham Grammar School Boy

 

To the University in Edgbaston with Unbridled Joy

 

This Bright but Callow Bearwood Lad

 

Became a Birmingham Undergrad

 

Studying B.Com in the Muirhead Tower

 

Where The Paternoster Lifts ran Hour after Hour

 

Perpetual Motion taking ‘Tortured Souls’

 

To jump off this Brutalist Muirhead Coil

 

When Exams in Accounts became too much to Toil

 

Doctor Peter Cain my ancient Tutor

 

Urged this Fresh man to use the first Punch-Card Computer

 

This Student donned a Great Coat and Scarf

 

And would do anything for a ‘Belly Laugh’

 

Like Read the Communist Manifesto

 

At Peter Cain’s educated behest….Oh!

 

Marx and Engels to the Fore

 

As all us Students fought ‘The Class War’!

 

David Lodge’s ‘Nice Work’ if you can gerrit…..?

 

Made University Life seem so decrepit

 

To study Accounts was my Forte

 

Or so I often thought…..Eh….?

 

But when The Doubts began to creep in

 

And my ‘Number Blindness’ started to seep in

 

To my youthful callow consciousness

 

With such dire unfortunate consequences

 

My exam time worry started to show

 

And I was struck such a Mortal Blow

 

When I failed my Exams in Stats and Maths

 

But Tutor Cain set me on a Different Path

 

To study Law and forget the Math

 

Peter told me I still had a Bright Future

 

No longer for me the Statistical Torture!

 

For this Rugby-Playing Muddied Oaf

 

On the Bournbrook pitches…. I used my Loaf

 

And played for the University First Fifteen

 

As an Eighteen Year Old Flyaway Flanker

 

I made my debut for my Alma Mater

 

Where my Rugby defined me as a Young Man

 

Without any sort of discernible plan

 

The First Fifteen I played in October ‘76

 

Before I even made my debut for The Old Dix!!!!!

 

Julia Honeychurch was my squeeze

 

Back in Strathcona we ‘Shot the Breeze’!

 

Mick’s Café’s Race and Carnival

 

Was what defined me as a pal

 

A ‘Belly-Buster Breakfast’ and a pint of Guinness

 

The aim not to throw up at the Breathless Finish

 

A Two Mile Run from the Student’s Union

 

Down to Heeley Road and a date with Oblivion

 

Where Bacon and Egg were downed with Glee

 

Before running back to ‘The Mermaid in The See’

 

That’s when it all went ‘Pete Tong’ for me

 

As I threw up and my Salad Days

 

Became Carrots and Peas

 

And I was in an Alcoholic Daze

 

While on my knees

 

All good fun to raise ‘Cash for Carnival’

 

I was no longer a ‘Freshman Virgin’ in High Hall….!!!!!

 

 

Keith Bracey