Birmingham

'Birmingham Canals'

Photo by Jimmy Guano

via Wikimedia Commons

Brummie born and Brummie bred –
No one’s uprooted this household
For generations. A heritage
That spans, all told,
Years and years on end.
A nation in its own right,
With rock music in the blood
And spitfires in the soul.
We travel the world despite
Never leaving.
More canals than Venice,
Which wind through the streets
And around the back doors
Of a very German market.
Now what’s mine is yours
When it’s Shakespeare
And his whole country just down the road.
We’ve no need for Spanish
When a bronzed-up bull does all the fighting
And the accent speaks for itself.
A little further, roam
To India, where spices warm the air
In a hearty curry,
Then migrate to Tolkein’s Hobbit home
That’s based on our own Mosely Bog.
You see, even in fantasy,
A Brummie stays put.