Howling of the Hullhounds
by Jodie Langford
Ey-
Y’know
We’ve got that drink you under the table culture
In a local pub full of well-known strangers
Viewed as a second-hand society
But we’re not hand-me-down Hull faces
There’s an oddity in the ‘Old Town’
Where sea shanties ease you into the early mornin’
Unless you’re out dancin’ till dawn- then
There’s a bongo fella perched outside the club
Up for a boogie and a pre-takeaway warmin’
‘Cos everyone’s up for a laugh
When you’re classed as the underdog
Sometimes it’s fun to throw the bone back
Work as a pack
Gi’s a croggy to station, I’ll pay for your tab
Play ‘Block’ ‘round the tenfoot till you hear the ice-cream van
Shout “Mam, gi’s 80p for a cone, promise soon I’ll come home”
Then lark out till she’s gone chuffin’ mad
Once you inhale that Northern Nicotine
You’ve got yourself trapped
There’s a burning ambition ablaze
The inferno spits and snaps
Ger’ya sen down to the gig you’ve been too scared to show up at
And hear your brothers and sisters sing to the city of abstracts.
© Jodie Langford