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What's happened to the Summer? It's such a bloomin' shameIt's never stopped peein' doonSince that Angel came
It's not global warmingLet's dispel those fearsThe waater faallin' doon on usIs little Angel tears
'Cos they're aall up there blubbin'Their image is doon the panFolks were dyin' te get to heavenNow nebody wants te gan
When a bairn now draws an angelYe knaa what yer getNot a nice heavenly bodyBut a rusty jumbo jet
Lookin' like it's been landedBy a pilot from ower the toonWho didn't knaa the proper wayAnd just revorsed it doon
I can see it clearly from wor hooseWhich isn't very niceWhaat wi' that and the neighbour's clapped oot carIt's knocked thoosands off the price
Folk taalk of it's mystic powersJust give it's feet a rubOne local wifie did itAnd now she's in the club
A lottery grant paid for itSo aah shouldn't moan and shoutIt may be an ugly rusty thingBut still... it cost us nowt
Personally, I can't abide itBut hinnies, let's be fairLove it or loathe it We aall knaa it's there
Gateshead Angel poem by Jon Bratton c 1998