Where they going to put my blue plaque?
Can they put 52 Greenway Road back?
That’s down in old Runcorn,
the town where I was born.
When people come to see
the birthplace of the author, me,
when they want to congregate
at the site of my birth-date,
it’ll be a shame to disappoint
tourists from Weston Point,
or to present just a blank
to exotic travellers from West Bank,
as they stand there and witness
the slip road to Widnes.
Perhaps they’ll be something, who knows when?
When they re-design the town, once again.
Or they’ll make a magnet for your fridge,
me before the Runcorn-Widnes bridge.
But for now you might find me
reading my words at the Brindley,
working towards that day
when I’m celebrated for a great play,
when someone looks at my works and likes them all
and says, ‘Let’s stick a blue plaque on his wall.’
Well, where they going to put that blue plaque?
They’ll have to put 52 Greenway Road back.