Ealing
Poetry
Ealing Ealing is a place so fine And lives at the end of the Central Line A line of power, a line of dread! A line that on the map, is red The glory, that is all but seen Is shared, with patience, with the green This is the way! it's all but licked! The line that is the out- Red and green go side by side To the place that's fat and wide For Ealing trains by night and day Are terminated, at the wide Broadway. All is good!, Oh Ealing hail You're also shared with British Rail So many ways to suburb's air So many ways.... for those who dare!!! [Tony Matthews 2002] |