At Chester


And in the middle of it all,
Beneath those mediaeval walls,
Beyond the round perimeter
Than spanned the amphitheatre
Built by the Romans, in the shade
Cast by the ancient palisade
That fringed the Norman cathedral,
In history piled up pell-mell,
There stood a Disney Shop!
That brought me to a sudden stop.
And as the long queues clearly showed
The tourists had gone there in droves,
And bollocks to our sacred past.
They wanted Donald Duck en masse.


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