SHEFFIELD GAL poem
She is the girl from Sheffield who turns heads wherever she goes.
Her name is Anne and she is a uni girl, into bands and cheap student beer.
I met her on the bus while she was going gigging; she invited me along
and away we went to see the next big thing. At that moment I knew she’d
be mine, this raven haired girl from a foreign place unknown.
The time we shared was brief but I’ll always remember the fun we had
when she should have been revising; instead we were fucking, dreaming of a life
where we were together and never apart, fairytale land: soon we said goodbye.