The Bus Stop By The Church

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Like a metal and glass waterproof cloak

That saves the populous from a good old soak

A local facility for local folk

The bus stop by the church.

Past the gasworks and into town

After what was once the Rose and Crown

But before the surgery of Dr Brown

The bus stop by the church.

Plastered with information we need to know

Like ‘city for the cup’ and ‘Kaz luvs Joe’

And a timetable that tells you when they come and go

The bus stop by the church.

A place where young couples first met

That sheltered pensioners from the wet

And it won’t be replaced by the internet

The bus stop by the church.

Wind blown flyers and betting slips

Mixed with broken glass and chips

The place that launched a thousand trips

The bus stop by the church.