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In Walsall sex began
In nineteen fifty five,
(Which was before I was alive)-
Between the time of Winston’s fall
And Godot’s first missed curtain call.
Before it arrived these things were set
With arrangements quiet and staid,
Mutual agreements peacefully made,
Then came black eyes and leisurely regret
Behind curtains of thick brocade.
Then his vices smashed into light,
Sexual intercourse was for sale,
Nothing was beyond the pale,
Things were no longer lilywhite
And you could buy a very special bottle of brown ale?
So in Walsall life was never better than
In nineteen fifty five
(Though it was before I was alive)-
Between the time of Winston’s fall
And Godot’s first missed curtain call.
Read the story that inspired the poem in the Rogues Issue – online now.
