IN PRAISE OF THE PAST
IN PRAISE OF THE PAST
When o’er this town my lens doth pan
For finest builds I’m wont to scan
Works we have that grace this town
Whilst others bring the deepest frown
Of them no tale will e’er be told
Put up now but already old
The keen eye is swiftly drawn
To those few gems that stand forlorn
Some by a Pease were built
Defying ol' Victoria's guilt
Arose in times when fair winds blew
Now all but swamped by ugly new
Regal, splendid, full of taste
Not put up in undue haste
One I deem too lovely by far
Surely our town ’s shining star
Yet look to left and feel a shudder
Wonder how we lost our rudder
If ever building were a crime
For such as that a man'd do time!
Viewed together toll a bell
Tableau that sad tale doth tell
Speaks of vision full to the brim
Overtaken by a future grim
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