JINGLE ON MY SON!

JINGLE ON MY SON!
A doughty champion of his local culture.(Poet Tom Hubbard)Your performance at the city hall was soooooooooo good! Christoph thought it was excellent! (Carolyn)

21.9.08

groningen twinning!

BROWNS GO DUTCH

Twinning is fun! What would we do without it
After all’s said and done? Let me tell you all about it:
We started back in ninety-two
With Julia and you know who;
With readings, talks and workshops too,
They made it run.

We’ve twinned together now for fifteen years,
And it don’t seem a day too much;
When the Jinglin’ Geordie hits the Huis de Beurs,
Then the Newcastle Browns go Dutch;
When the Jinglin’ Geordie hits the Huis de Beurs,
Then the Newcastle Browns go Dutch.

Years came and went; We had folksingers and pipers;
They would glide back and forth like a pair of windscreen wipers:
We’d drink and talk right through the night
And often argue black was white
(On Shearer’s shirt) till morning light
The birdsong sent.

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But Keith was the one: the mover and the shaker;
With his ear for a pun, he’s a proper ballad maker:
As Naked Betty’s shame he hides
With poems “found” in City Guides,
His Flying Pigs will split your sides
Till tears start to run.

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Now fifteen years have passed, but the link-up must continue;
We have not seen the last of the twinning’s bone and sinew;
We’ll fix up visits more and more –
Five years will celebrate the score –
Let’s drink a toast and raise a roar:
“Long may it last!”

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Allan Wilcox

the jingling geordie

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