On a short visit to Liverpool
I find that every Scouser’s a comedian;
Every Scouser’s got an act.
I try a little banter with a Mersey ferryman,
A little humour exchange;
A light-hearted spar with padded quips.
Sympathetic but serious
And perhaps slightly puzzled,
He looks me in the eye.
Then enlightenment glimmered
And his expression relaxed:
‘You must be from London’.
There must be a million comedians in the ‘Pool’
So I’ll concentrate on being a poet
There’s only half a million of those!
By Bob Harding-Jones