KEEP WIMBORNE TOWN GREEN
Wake Up Call

Hello Mr Waitrose, are you still alive?
Or do you think without you, we shall not survive?
The 'locals' are divided marginally - agreed
but your supermarket, do we really need?

We who have lived here for so very long
Remember and cherish this Ground and its throng.
Halcyon days of Cricket on this blessed green
the like of which, some towns have never seen!

This Ground is precious - if you are local,
that is why we are very vocal!
Build your mart with pleasure - build with all your might,
But, Mr Waitrose, not on our treasured site

I have just one suggestion, thought by most, I feel.
Flatten yon Crown Mead precinct
And build your mart of steel.
(Tongue in cheek?!!)
S Hamlyn


 

Oh! Good folk of Wimborne
Our town has met a hitch
They want to build a Waitrose
On our cricket pitch

We know this must not happen
We hope this will not be
So put that pen to paper
And write to your M.P.

There also are petitions
Dotted 'round the town
So get out there and sign one
And do not let us down

I know this town's uniting
To save our green green space
So let us all be ready
To stand and put our case.

By S Hamlyn

 

 

 

 

 

Hi, good folk of Wimborne
Some questions I will pose
Where are these "Big shot" people
They call the great Waitrose

We haven't heard a mutter
So have they changed their tune?
We haven't heard a peep from them
Since sparring back in June!

So is all forgotten?
Or is the deal all done?
Will someone please come forward
And tell us who has won?

Or was it all a nightmare,
A dream the gods had cast?
Or dare I hope, has common sense
Come to those folk at last?

So those out there with info
Don't be coy, I say!
Come forward now and tell us
So we can join the fray

Perhaps the mighty scheming
Has met a nasty glitch
And now there'll be no Waitrose
on our cricket pitch!

By S Hamlyn

 They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
With a Waitrose store, a new cafe,
And a car parking spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
They took all the stumps and put them in a stump museum.
And they charged all the people
An arm and a leg just to see 'em.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Phyllis