The Great North/South Divide
I’m a rowdy Boltonian,
Descending from the North.
I’m weighing up my enemies.
As my battalion drives forth.
It’s not a barmcake: it’s a bap.
A ginnel is called an alley.
If you wanna give someone a ride on your bike.
For God’s sake, don’t offer ‘a backy‘.
If I spot someone clearly distressed.
I won’t let my mouth run amok.
Apparently, it is insulting to ask.
“Are you alright, cock?”
So I landed down in ‘the South’.
And was very shocked to see.
All these enemies walking around.
Acting just like me.
They smiled and waved and came for a chat.
When I expected a mighty collision.
We call this a kingdom united.
Then what’s with all the division?