Boots To New Brighton

I'm on the boots to New Brighton, watching the funnels choke.
And sending messages high in the air, writing them in smoke.
Release the ropes, unsquash the tyres.
Work the engines, light the fires.
" Goodbye for now Liverpool, I'm not going too far "
" And if I see some seaside rock, then I'll buy you a bar "
The boots are now walking, but my feet will still be dry.
As even though it's a sunny day, the waves are choppy and high.
Soon the crossing is over,and the ferrymen lower the ramp.
Then they toss the ropes, that remain forever damp.
" Hello New Brighton, I'm only here for the day "
" As Liverpool is my hometown, and soon I'll be on my way "

By Mike Bartram