Sundials viewed with a torch held high
A breath of depth and a glint in the eye
The tick and the tock, or digital glow
Minutes count down till seconds only show
A stretch of the fingers, keyboard in place
Mouse set to hover – phone set to race
And then it begins, by the fall of a flag
Tweets post-a-plenty with a Batley hash-tag
Re-tweets and favourites flash by in bulk
New friends and old friends bash like the Hulk
Of Biscuits and mattresses, scouring the land
A Palmer by Robert and a Laurel called Stan
A pupil at Grammar; J Priestly for true
The Railway Children – we’re keeping them too!
And benches industrial, and engines for fire
Timeline in meltdown on approaching the wire
A stake in the blueprint of the NHS
I didn’t know that…I must confess
But then the shadow of a dial shows top
The tweeters of Batley stroll to a stop
Yet worry ye not! By the clock on the tower
Every Thursday, 7:30, is Batley’s Hour!
A final note, just something to share
WHO FORGOT SHACKLETONS HIGH SEAT CHAIRS???