Wigan Pier and other works

I’m piering at Wigan from a distance;

unlike Southend it’s got me bemused,

I think I’m on the road to nowhere;

because I’m so easily confused.

Up and in,

down and out,

in unhappy Londres

and gay Paree ,

I am beholden

only to me.

A visit to Binary Room 5,

where my elder sibling looms over me,

like a jackboot above a face.

Now, throwing snowballs at Napoleon,

the animals went in two by four,

some moreso than others.

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