ODE TO THE JAZZ BANDS OF CEFN GLAS ESTATE BRIDGEND

ODE TO THE JAZZ BANDS OF CEFN GLAS ESTATE BRIDGEND        TIM WILLIAMS              

AS I RECALL THE JAZZ BAND BATTLES
OF CEFN GLAS BRIDGEND,
NOW MOTHERS THEY BOUGHT UNIFORMS
THAT THEY COULD ILL AFFORD
TO SEE THEIR CHILDREN'S MARCHING BAND
MARCH UP AND DOWN THE ROAD
AND FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW
AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE,
WERE LOADS AND LOADS OF WASHING LINES
OF JAZZ BAND GARMENTRY,
ALL FLAPPING WILDLY IN THE BREEZE WASHED
TO REMOVE THE STAINS AND BLOOD,
AFTER SATURDAY'S ACTIVITIES
IN THE GRASS AND MUD,
I'VE SEEN LESS BLOODSHED IN THE GRANGE END
NINIAN PARK,
WHEN THE SWANS DID COME TO PLAY,
THAN AT THE PARK IN CEFN GLAS
WHEN COLRIDGE CLOSE LOST TO GREEN STREET
IN THE SEMI'S YESTERDAY,
WHEN MOTHER'S RAISED THEIR HANDBAGS AND
THE AIR TURNED 50 SHADES OF BLUE,
ONE MOTHER WENT TO HOSPITAL WITH A 
CAVITY SORE AND BLUE
COZ SOME MOTHER HAD INSERTED ANOTHER CHILD'S CAZOO,
THE JAZZ BANDS PLAY TINNY RENDITIONS OF MYFANWY
AND WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN
WHILE THEIR PARENTS HUM THE THEME FROM ROCKY
AND YOUR GONNA GET YOUR HEADS KICKED IN.