Written as a light-hearted tribute to Bill Billings, poet, sculptor and
professional Cockney. I met Bill while he was working through a freezing
winter in the late 70s, doing the Peartree Bridge dinosaur, a full-size replica.
He and I still bump into each other now and again around Milton Keynes, he's
as crazy as ever and we share a giggle or two.
|Way down yonder in Milton Keynes
In the city of your dreams
the rents are high, the jobs are nil
we haven't got a hospital so don't fall ill
but what we have got is a poet
and I want the world to know it
- move over, John Betjeman,
give Bill Billings a chance
Now Bill is our poet laurearate
So here is my prop-osition