I wandered lonely as a gull;
that trawls the boats from Looe to Hull,
who follows after little ships,
in search for fish
and maybe chips;
and, if I’m lucky,
or very plucky,
I might just crest
and wave goodbye
my hidden dips.
I’ve never been to Hull
I don’t know
If I will
Is it wrong
For me not to toodle along
And be of that number
Who have visited Hull
On the banks of the Glorious Humber?
I can’t visit every place that there is;
To divide up all the places by the amount of time I have left
Would leave me spending seconds in each place –
And then there’s the travelling,
Unravelling my way
Around the places of this country and that
I’d be forever moving up and down and across;
So, not having visited Hull
I do not consider a loss.
But, I have been to King’s Cross.
And other places.