A poem about Marsh Barton
By John Barker
On Saturday nights don't go to the pub,
Come with us to the Cricket Club.
There's dancing and prancing and raving it up,
There's a Snowball and Bingo and God knows what!
A different band plays every week,
To make you sing and tap your feet.
There's ballroom dancing, if you want to be posh.
Or just have a knees up or do the Slosh,
Country and Western or Rock and Roll,
Old Tyme dancing or the Square Tango.
Try Agga Doo and have some fun,
Or the Birdie Dance, where you wiggle your bum.
The Old Fashioned Waltz or the Gay Gordons,
So come with us and bring your friends.
Have a go at the draw for veg and meat.
Maybe they think we have now't to eat.
A lucky ticket at the door,
If your number's up you win some more.
Fruit machines stand by the wall
Paying out to one and all!!
So pop your money in the slot,
Press the buttons, win the lot.
Sometimes there's a cabaret,
With long legg-ed girls who swing and sway
In the tiny costumes that they wear,
And every little wriggle makes the boys all stare.
There's a friendly lady at the bar,
Chat her up, and she'll fill your jar.
Or if you fancy a little snack,
She'll fix you a bite from out the back.
So if you want a night out on Saturday,
And you find yourself Marsh Barton way,
Why not join us at the Cricket Club,
Have a dance, take a chance, or try some grub!