On the Edge La '


I was just eighteen
when I first went to Seville
up the river
if you know what I mean
you learnt a thing or two
there about women
dancing and singing
clacking hands on wooden things
it made you feel good
any Scouser would
especially with a bit of grub
but fifty years older
the evening’s colder
I just take Prostease
and a few smooth Tetley's
sitting in the Taxi club.
Someone once said
Liverpool’s full of mizz’n heads
but he was a bitter Blue
and couldn’t bear silver boots
like we wear in here
dancing the Guadalquivir.

By Tony Wailey